Aria drank in the bouncing body of Sherry in her peripheral vision, almost wishing she'd lacked the self-control to not stare, while thinking upon ways to compliment the sight later, if or once she felt familiar enough to do so. "Ah!" she exclaimed when the lady's wings proved quite functional, and with finely controlled motion at that. "Delightfully you fly!" she remarked. "I saw a coure or pixie flying here with similar finesse of flight, accompanying a pegasus-mounted fellow who since also expressed some interest in the vessel." She rubbed her lips together as she began wondering what view she would've had if directly under the fey-like lady.<br/><br/>She nodded, "Showing you about all the ship will be no chore at all," and swiveled into a light sit on the edge of the bed. Her body perched on one buttock with her legs crossed and proceeded in the air, split skirt falling around them and once again revealing most of her firm but fair thighs and calves. The tiefling glanced at Sherry's crimson-lips symbol. "These fests of your mistress...what do you celebrate? Are they the social engagements of some organization or faith you represent. Or is it perhaps the freedom to gather and the joy of such a party itself that you celebrate?"  She met Sherry's eyes as she spoke, but  rather enjoyed feasting upon the rest of the lady with her peripheral vision, as if this were an exquisite opportunity to test and train and hone it - and such motivation!<br/>