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 The boat ride had been long and fairly boring for a certain black winged girl. She was currently lying face down in her cabin, partially regretting her decision to eat an entire meal while seasick. She turned over to look out the window, just in time to witness a couple fall from the air. Right before they would have landed quite painfully in the water, they were switched out with a mop and bucket. Intrigued, the girl got up from her position on the floor. She rapidly pulled on a loose coat to cover her wings, before exiting onto the deck, where a large crowd had gathered.

 Making her way to the front of the crowd, the girl observed the breathless couple. The man was already out, likely from the extensive amount of salt water in his lungs. The woman however, was urgently trying to communicate something to the inspector propping her up.

 [i]”M-my daughter...! Sh-up there!”[/i]

 The ones who had happened to hear her words looked up, where a large hot air balloon was seen making its way towards Trios. The girl’s wings twitched under her coat, a look of contemplation crossing her face. She hadn’t wanted to reveal her wings this early in the trip, but she didn’t exactly think well of a child being harmed either. Heading to the side of the ship, she examined the distance between her and the balloon. It wasn’t too far up for her to not reach, but the distance was a bit of a problem to gauge. If she did it wrong, she might as well have condemned herself to an early death. 

 Sighing, the girl threw off the coat. She unfurled her wings, hoping the wind would give her a good push. Right before she took off, she took out one of her knives, tying a rope to it. Taking to the air, the girl followed after the hot air balloon. Right before she reached it, her wings began to give out. She threw the knife onto the basket, praying it would stick. Apparently her prayers were answered, as the knife stuck into the side of the basket. She climbed up, already feeling her wings time ending, both becoming dead weight on her back. Pulling herself into the basket, she faced the man and child in there. 

 “Were you the one who threw the couple off this basket?” she asked the male, hoping he wouldn’t attack her. It had taken most of her strength to get up there, she was sure she couldn’t fight.