<div class="floatleft">(https://41.media.tumblr.com/752e63bb5ffbc8417b6a18afc05820f5/tumblr_n7abncIV9j1qi8dy7o1_1280.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><strong>Taluya Wevetasun</strong></span><br/><strong>Class:</strong>50% Mowgli, 50% Conan<br/><strong>Qualities:</strong>Short. Somewhat damp. has probably made out with a bear at least once.<em>On accident</em>, sheesh!<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Shipmaester, Shan Zuk<br/><hr/>If the tengu's diffidence phased her, it certainly didn't show, the halfling's eyes widening at the sight of their ship.<strong>"Not sure I'd take tha' thing fishing on a pond!"</strong>she blurted out, without any real sign of noting how uncivilized a comment this was.<strong>"No, wha', look at it, I think the tree the mayor lived in was a seedling when that sail was installed!"</strong>Her criticism didn't seem to stop her attempt to scamper aboard, only to very nearly clonk heads with a cackling old gnome. Taluya's eyes flew open with surprise. Very nearly trampling someone's grandfather wasn't part of the plan.<br/><br/><strong>"Errrr, oh, hello shipmaester. <em>Quartermaster</em>?"</strong>She turns her head, squinting one pale green eye through the loose strawberry blonde of her hair.<strong>"I'll hear that as meanin' 'first officer', rather than 'grog boy,' hey?"</strong>she cast a look at Aaron, muttering just for the gnome,<strong>"Either way I'll like as not be seeing his bare arse hanged over the side, what. Looks like a mite could out-drink that one."</strong><em>Why</em>exactly she is talking about the captain's ass to the giggling old gnome, maybe she doesn't even know. Most likely because someone never discovered her mouth's pause button. Or perhaps (most likely) she was raised by wolves.<br/><br/><strong>"We might need you to get this thing airborne, Sheeldric!"</strong>She calls, whistling sharply.<strong>"<em>Kuu-yii</em>"</strong>At which the large bird's muscles bunch beneath its thick brown-and-gold feathers, before it launches itself out over the water, wings stretching out, catching air, so it can drift up and back down, towards the yuuki. Taluya's eyes follow each movement of the animal with open admiration, and she catches Shan Zuk doing the same, offering the birdman a lopsided grin.<strong>"He's barely outta his mae's nest, Sheeldric. I expect he'll keep growing while we're at our business. Do your best to try to not look like a goose, ye and him might reach some sort of accord, hey?"</strong><br/><br/>That said, she<em>finally</em>gets her feet aboard the ship, the felt and leather they're clad in not even letting her steps thump as she makes her way to inspect that ballista first. despite her snark, she was clearly impressed with the craftsmanship. After all, it takes good work for a ship to last as long as this one obviously had. She looked back over her shoulder, rapping the bronze hilt of a knife against the body of the ballista.<strong>"Shipmaester! What sort of villains will we be turning this loose on?"</strong>A lopsided smile forms on her lips.<strong>"<em>If</em> they last long enough for the crew to load and winch it, a'course..."</strong>Her own bow, unstrung and wrapped in oiled cloth, was a friendly weight on her back.