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The sea breeze was easy and refreshing as it toyed with the ends of Elora Wim's hair, making the strands dance as light hazel eyes watched the waters rush past at the railings of the ship. She stood near Maiko and Natsumi, not very involved in their conversation so much as she was nodding idly at random intervals to seem participatory. Her mind was elsewhere and nowhere in particular, partially distracted by attempting to discern the exact rhythm of their bumping on the ocean. 

With her bow and belongings secured on her back, she stood comfortably against a post in her forrest green garb, lithe fingers tapping on the wood at seemingly random moments to coincide with the rising and falling of the ship. On to a new adventure they went; she and this motley crew that she's grown to care for, off to fight alongside each other again. Though this time, it seemed they were off to to fight a different kind of enemy. 

One such enemy approached, and were it not for her announcement of her involvement with the tournament, the elf would have thought her just another hand on the vessel. She could already hear the more excited two of their group chattering away, unable to help the little roll of her eyes at their apparently new title. Though, she bore a little smile as she straightened from her place at the edge of the boat and followed the others around the stranger, having grown used to their strange personalities. Before speaking, she moved toward Ming and her lunch basket, slipping a hand inside and wrapping her fingers around one of the plump buns. Nodding her head to the girl in thanks, she raised it slightly into the air in greeting toward Risha and finally spoke, her alto voice breathy but definite. "Name's Elora. Pleasure," was all she had before she took a bite from the bun, sure that someone else would jump in and entertain the conversation further.
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