Aria nodded in agreement, and rubbed a hand across the lip of the tub. "That should be<em>quite</em>enjoyable to look forward to...and even moreso once in the present! Though again, if your plans and schedule change, 'tis fine..."<br/><br/>A smile then crept over her lips. "Oh, and this eve I don't intend to go seeking a pretty girl necessarily, or make it my 'goal' - and if I did, it wouldn't be just an attempt or need for parity with you, so to speak - but speaking upon such things brought some possibilities quite vividly to the forefront of my mind. And if something<em>does</em>happen - mmm, yes, I would consider the prospect of you finding her in this bed half my motive for bringing her to it in the first place!"<br/><br/>She hopped out, offered to help Rose, and while toweling made quite a show of sliding and whipping it over her nude body, shivering in delight on a few occasions.<br/><br/>In a nod to time, Aria did little in the way of making herself up, figuring that at the ship she'd be seen in the light of one of the adventurer and she-warriors who'd brought the ship in rather than a delicate lady in any case. She did twist through her hair a pair of chopsticks which she'd bought with the cheongsam, a perhaps-silly fashion she associated with their recent faddishness in Neverwinter, and used some quick powder to whiten her face to an ivory tone like that of the idealized artwork with which Kara-Turan outfitting such as her own was often outfitted.<br/><br/>On their way down the Avenue of Effulgent Light, even if they hadn't already known where they were going, they might have found it by a few fireworks which were bursting against the darkened rosy sky. Aria laughed, then remarked how the daily rhythm of the light here reminded her of the summers of her far northern home region, where it stayed light very late - and if one went far north enough, there was no night at all for some stretch of the year.<br/><br/>Upon the ship itself, more of the streamers and hanging lanterns they'd seen being strung up were now visible, and the latter were lit. Mage-light motes of every color also bobbed about through the ship's rigging, as if a dispersed cloud of prismatic fireflies were attending the little revel as ell. Aria noted the pixie they'd seen in the sky earlier, now conversing with someone in the crow's nest. Hopefully the man she'd flown in with was amongst the scattered crowd on the decks, or better yet giving the ship a very piqued inspection down below. She idly wondered if there were guests giving each<em>other</em>'piqued inspections' down below, and made such a comment to Rose. They saw another small boy handing out more of the same advertising leaflets where the pier met the boardwalk, and marked a rascal of a soul setting off the fireworks from just behind the red-dragon's-head prow of the ship.