She kept stroking the horse’s moist snout untill she heard a much older voice; coming from a female. She turned around to see that she was being instantly scolded, Inyata looked down in a huff, she didn’t want to get told off by a much older, mature pirate. Not by the almighty and great Regalia for that matter, but she decided to cross her arms and stand in a slouched position. 

She growled under her breath and it succeeded, growling more she looked to Ishmael; stopping her growls and instantly apologised ‘I am sorry, Sir… I got… over excited...’ growling once more she scratched her freckly face and walked towards him ‘I am Inyata, a pirate as you can see’ biting her lower lip she was finally calm enough to take a proper look around to examine this crew. A psychotic jester, a respectable but too holy of a paladin, a obsessed poet and various others for Inyata be looked down upon. She was not going to have fun the easy way at all. 

‘So, captain’ she gained Ishmael’s attention ‘where do you want me positioned?’