"It's quite a site." Said a smooth voice from behind Liliana. A rather tall girl stood not quite behind her, gazing out at the approaching school. She had a somewhat full figure to go with her height, one that perhaps hadn't quite finished growing in due to being only in the middle of the awkward teenage years. But despite the youthful appearance she held herself with a rather mature sense of dignity and poise. She skin was a tan brown, almost like that of well polish leather of an expensive make, and her hair was very long,  nearly reaching the floor. It was a nearly impossible shade of dark black, with the last foot of the straight hair sporting a sea-green color, likely dyed.  She was wore a dress that was made of swirling patterns of various blue and green, all colors that were reminiscent of a tropical sea.  A black sash was tied about her middle of a nearly sky blue color with designs on that similar to little waves. Hanging over one shoulder was Ukulele, of nearly the same sky blue. 

She gave Liliana a polite smile. "Pardon me, where I came from we rarely saw a small flying vessel, much less a massive airship like this, and we certainly didn't have any cites like Beacon. I couldn't help but express that, and since I rather doubt singing my feelings in a crowded place this would be much appreciated I figured speaking to someone who was also enjoying the view made the most sense."


"oh god my aching head." grumbled a young woman as she rubbed at her temples with one hand, half stumbling about as if she was in a near drunken state. She shambled up against a window, by chance it happened to be the one that Victor was besides. She leaned against it, and putting her forehead against the cool glass as if to ease the dull throbbing pain she seemed to be experiencing.  She was a unique looking young girl, her hair just reaching shoulder length, with a rich, dirty gold color that was very reminiscent of wheat. She dressed in what largely amounted to bright pink cowboy gear.  In the hand not against her head was a pink cowboy hat, and over her top was a pink poncho that nearly reached her knees and seemed a little big on her. Hell she even had a pair of pink cowboy boots, even complete with golden spurs. 

Around the bottom and around the neck line of the poncho were a bronzy gold Celtic knot pattern. On the front center and back of the garment was a stylized hammer of thor writhed with in a circle. Leaning forward against the glass reveled that she appeared to have a pair of rather over sized handguns holstered about her waist, and that beneath the poncho she wore a sleeveless-Top, a slightly past knee-length skirt, and a golden band around her left bicep and around her right  and around her right Thigh. 

This was Tordis Agnar, and she was  counting the seconds till blessed touchdown and her airplane headaches departure.  She continued to speak out loud, though it was hard to determine if she was speaking to Victor or herself. "This is why I wanted to take the BUS to Beacon, Don't get pressure-change headaches from a bus. But no, Beacon has to be a big show off and pick up every new student in a flipping airship." she grumbled through gritted teeth. "Seems like a needless waste of recourses and time if you ask me."