[h1][b][i][color=forestgreen][center]Felosial Oakenheart[/center][/color][/i][/b][/h1]
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"Captain!" Fel shouted as she launched herself onto the upper deck from the darkness of the crew quarters. Several pixies wheeled away from her with annoyed shouts, but they knew better than to try to lecture the dryad. For every statement they were met with seven questions and the tiny creatures had quickly grown weary of her endless curiosity. Normal sized crew members presented a bigger problem, but Fel deftly avoided them as she raced forward. Stairs remained a mystery to the dryad and like life she preferred to take them in great, leaping bounds heedless of what awaited her on the other side.

"Captain!" Fel shouted again at the top of her lungs, completely oblivious to anything other than the tiefling captain. "Good news! I have good news, Captain. Great news even. I have consulted the acorns and it would seem that now would be an ideal time to depart." 

With her feet firmly planted on the upper deck, Fel paused for a moment to listen to voices of the Wayward Maiden. The voices the others did not hear. The trees. The forest of magical trees that had built the ship. Normally Fel was against cutting down trees in order to build any thing, much less a pirate ship, but the planks seemed happy as they were. The ship buzzed with amendable arcane vibrations that left Fel humming happily as she practically danced across the deck. She felt happy. She felt at peace. She could feel the starlight touching her across the darkness of the stellar seas. She could see adventure on the horizon.

"The ship is pleased as well," Fel continued in an excited voice as she gestured towards the star. The azure robe that she had wrapped herself in danced with every exaggerated movement of her lithe limbs. Her summer's smile was contagious and full of mirth. "The Council of Planks have wisely decreed that it is high time for the ship to sail. The forest stands with you."

It was only after she had delivered her message that Fel realized the Captain was not alone. She struggled to remember the names of the other crew members. She had not had time to invent new names for them. Appropriate names. Better names. Not silly mortal names that said nothing about the person. Fae names. Names that meant something. She was excited already. The Captain had managed to hire an excellent crew. They were all very interesting which was the most important criteria for the dryad.

The voices of the ship whispered and Fel's face fell with growing panic. She had only recently learned what meetings were, but they seemed important. She wasn't sure exactly what the ship meant, the magical trees were always fond of ambiguous poetry. 

"Oh no, I'm not late, am I? Was there another meeting?" Fel as she grabbed a hold of the Captain's hands. "Was there wine? I love wine. We should have some wine! Right now!"