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

Valyrim eyed the chaotic flurry of activity on deck and looked up to the sky, silently praying for tranquility. He turned back to the captain at her request, wincing inwardly. The idea of dealing with an irate pixie was less than appealing. “Understood, captain.” He raised a hand in a polite if stiff greeting to the dryad-Felosial, if he wasn’t mistaken-although he guessed she hardly cared for social niceties if she understood them at all.

The elf turned away to take up a better vantage point on the quarterdeck, returning the nod of medic who for his part seemed to be one of few on the crew of a serene disposition. He paused, eyed catching on a pixie who had somehow managed to hang himself upside down in the ropes by his legs. He sighed.

“Do I want to ask?” The pixie paused his wriggling to grin sheepishly. “At least you have some shame, I suppose.” Despite his scolding, he untangled the faerie gently, catching him in his hand and lowering him to the ground. The pixie chirped gratefully and gave Valyrim a perturbing sharp-toothed smile before scurrying belowdecks. The elf watched him for a moment before leaning on the rail, watching for any more inexplicable predicaments.

His attention was torn away by the now familiar shuddering of the deck and golden light of the sails. He smiled faintly, shaking his head. It wasn’t exactly what he had pictured but at any rate, he was here.