[h1][b][i][color=forestgreen][center]Felosial Oakenheart[/center][/color][/i][/b][/h1]
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Fel clapped with unabashed glee as the ship rose into the skies. She loved a lot of things. Perhaps too many things. Or so she had been told. Material world creatures had such quaint ideas about relationships. But she reserved a special, boundless measure of love for sailing the stellar seas. She suspected that she would never get bored of it. Each journey was magical. Each league of stars traveled was special. It filled her with endless joy to feel the solar winds as the sails caught them. The ship was pleased. The Council of Planks was pleased. The crew was pleased. And most importantly the Captain was pleased!

The dryad offered a quaint, theatrical bow before she left the Captain and the crew remembers that remained on the idly on the deck. She had a place to be. A spot even. Assuredly she had great faith in the helmsman. She believed in him. But as navigator she had a duty. A special duty according to the Captain. The acorns could change at any moment. The solar currents could shift without warning. And she had to be ready. She had to be able to offer guidance to the crew. It was all so wonderful!

Fel appeared with great grace at the bow of the ship, leaning precariously over the edge. With a sudden pirouette, she turned and released a dozen acorns from hear hands, cackling as they sailed through the air. Fel wrapped the bottom of her robe around herself in a gust of motion as she knelt on the deck and carefully studied the pattern that the scattered acorns formed. Whispering quietly she imagined the eldritch and ancient constellations that the acorns really represented. A light solar wind was promised, but the current would be stable, at least until they cleared the gravity of the solar system.

"Helmsman! Steer true, seven acorns starboard, five acorns windward!" Fel shouted happily, collecting the acorns before she return to her position at the bow dangling over the bow of the ship. She wasn't completely sure the others understood the intricacies of acorn-based navigational theory, but surely there was no better time to learn than on the job? She was an expert after all, they could have no better teacher.