[h1][i][color=2e3192]Valyrim Phithyra[/color][/i][/h1]

Valyrim felt the lightness of elation as he surveyed the the hull. He had been working towards this for decades doing things he would rather have forgotten to lead up to it. He could foresee their travels being quite interesting, to say the least, especially what with the clan of dragon rider pixies clamoring about and the cheery but naive dryad. The captain seemed to be more than capable, though, and for the time being he opted to not concern himself much with it. When faced with a future of freedom to see the stars and someday sharing the skies with the galaxy, he couldn’t have summoned up any real ire anyway.

The stores were booming with the sound of teams of faeries carrying loads he was frankly surprised they could handle under his watchful eye. He stepped gingerly around the ones scurrying towards the exit to carry more loads, having learned his lesson once one he narrowly missed squealed indignantly and promptly bit his hand. He hadn’t thought they could jump very high, but the angry tooth marks on his hand taught him otherwise. He paused now and then to check the cargo and pulled out his notebook, muttering the numbers to himself before calling out whatever supplies still hadn’t been brought down by the Joy Division. Surprisingly, the pixies were grudgingly willing to listen to him as long as he maintained the steady supply of sugar in the corner of the room.

In a way it was a grounding if simple task. He would rather not take the chance of leaving any necessities behind due to disorganization and besides, it helped to channel his elation into focus. His eyes flitted from the pages to the stores as he paced belowdecks until his meticulous inspection was complete. “Thank you for your services, but I’m sure we won’t be needing anything else.” A pixie pouted, gesturing at the sugar. He levelled her with an unimpressed stare. “I am aware of the fact that you already snuck two extra bags in with the rest of the cargo. No.” The pixie stomped away, throwing a fit that was greatly mitigated by her size.

He watched her leave, safely out of biting range, and followed suit, making his way out of the hull and onto the deck where the solar breeze made his clothes flutter and his heart sing. Being there made it all the more real. Although the vision he had had of the ship had been darker and lit by starlight, he saw the same wheel and figurehead, made clearer by day. He allowed himself to ruminate in his thoughts for a moment longer before his eyes landed on a pixie who was clearly high enough to touch the heavens. He raised an eyebrow but elected to ignore it for the time being, instead approaching and matching strides with the pacing tiefling. 

“Supplies are fully loaded, captain. Gods willing, we should be ready to sail any minute now.”