Cy’la’s eyes had remained closed through much of the battle.  She had been focusing on her connection to the ship, on staying in control.  This was particularly difficult though, because she could feel her Tl’loran’s pain to an extent, and it upset her to have to keep it fighting when it was wounded.  Outwardly she remained calm, always calm, even if hints of sadness would peek through her deep mesmerizing eyes.  That was her duty, to help and lead, so she held back from allowing her inward feelings to negatively affect her crew.  Saying a silent prayer to her Goddess, Cy’la truly thought they were about to meet their end when he came, a gift from the goddess, she was sure of it.<br/><br/>The Hydran had not made the most graceful of entrances and introductions but that mattered little for he garnered results.  Were it not for him surely they all would have wound up dead or enslaved, and the poor Tl’loran would have been drained of its precious cargo.  Hydrans were known as friends of her people for many centuries, far before her birth, yet sadly she had only ever met a handful briefly.  Cy’la found them fascinating, and clearly they were a loyal and brave people if this Hydran was any representation.  He insisted that he stay with them to ensure their safe arrival at the planet and Cy’la was pleased to offer him all she was able in the way of T’Leian hospitality.<br/><br/>Their interchange was something delightful to her, as Cy’la very rarely got the opportunity to speak so in depth to someone outside of her own race.  She was aware that the way in which Hydrans communicated with one another meant that she was most likely speaking to much, if not all, of his people on behalf of her own and it was a truly humbling experience.  It pleased her to no end that he, or perhaps all of them, wanted to learn of the Goddess, and it brought Cy’la so much happiness to be able to speak of Her wonders and loving way.  The Hydran, known as Ether, seemed equally fascinated.  Cy’la asked questions of him, but never pried as she knew of the Hydran’s sad and harrowing past, what she learned though was always intriguing, and what should have felt like a terribly long trip seemed to fly by.<br/><br/>When they reached the planet Cy’la’s personality became slightly more stoic in nature, where they were going was a place where everyone would kill to possess their Life Waters.  She was assured of her own ability to protect herself but would have been lying to say that she didn’t feel some sense of comfort and relief when Ether once again insisted on coming to make sure she was protected.  So as not to draw attention she commanded her T’Leian guard detail to stay aboard the vessel, much to their chagrin and protest.  It was Cy’la’s hope that she may be able to get some answers as to who exactly the people were trading the sacred Life Water of her home world for their own greed and gain.   The T’Leia were a peaceful race but this was heresy and those guilty needed to be stopped.<br/><br/><em>Noble, loyal Hydran,</em>she returned to him in thought,<em>you are a true friend.  Your presence and protection honor me.</em><br/><br/>She gave the order to transport down to the planet.  To onlookers she was a swirl of crystal blue-violet waters for the briefest of moments before she took on her solid form.  Even fully solid her appearance was striking to most humanoids.  Cy’la’s skin was a shimmering aquamarine that unassumingly left the impression of untouched tropical waters.  Her hair, was not truly hair at all, but tendrils that mostly blended with her skin color, save for a few swirls of deep purple and cobalt.  The tendrils, upon very close inspection seemed to move ever so slightly of their own accord, curling and twisting in reaction to the atmosphere.  Her eyes were of the same color they were in her semi-solid form, a perfect representation of the waters of her homeworld, a balance of blue and purple that was piercing and haunting to those who would dare take advantage of the Goddess’s gifts.  Cy’la’s attire was something she didn’t particularly enjoy.  T’Leian’s had no use for clothing on their planet or when in each other’s company, humanoids on the other hand were very different.  In order to remain appropriate and less attention-grabbing, the parts of her that we considered “private” or “indecent” were clad in wisps of silky gossamer (one of the few fabrics that felt enough like the sweet embrace of water to keep her somewhat comfortable.)  Her body itself was elegant curves, fluid, she truly embodied the water to all who saw her.<br/><br/>As she looked over,Ether’s cloaked form was something she again found fascinating.  How fortunate he was to be able to conceal himself in such a manner!  Her eyes caught where he was looking, and the being to which he was nodding.  Cy’la, knowing the kind of place they were was skeptical but quietly greeted him in the traditional manner: both hands and arms sweeping just over her head, circling and coming together down by her ribcage, then presenting themselves plamside-up and outwardly.  She would prefer to make allies as opposed to enemies.<br/>