Between Azure and her immediate subordinates, getting everything working in, well, ship shape is an easy feat. Orders are given, the proreus repeats the orders at no less than twice the volume, and the ship takes off as the sails catch the wind just so. Not that Azure has much to fear in terms of mutiny, being both experience in how she can push the crew. Being a Solar also helps in most regards.<br/><br/>Sadly, the sails will have to go, for now, without Sidereal assistance. When she's brought to the cabin her top is loosely tied around her chest, the body of the garment at her back, so as not to not disturb the pattern of what look like porcupine needles on her belly. It's a circle, and a complex pattern of needles that could only be a name in Old Realm. Or possibly some obscure literary allusion. Given the nature of some spells as she's explained them to Azure, it could be both in a roundabout way.<br/><br/>"Yes," she says after a short pause, "there is a purpose to this." The blue eyed woman sits, taking the tea, idly watching the slaves as they exit. "So, what's the cause? Business or pleasure? But I repeat myself." This is the third time she's said that, and smiled as if it were some kind of joke.