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

As the (miraculously) functional chaos continued with what seemed to be only minor incident, Valyrim allowed himself a moment to be lost in the stars. He had traveled theough space a number of times but until now he had never let himself do so when he was about as significant to employers as a blade of grass. The Iron Maiden’s crew seemed as though it would prove to be more personable than hardened executives of shadowy conglomerates. As he stared out, part of him wished he had indulged more often. Even the horizons planetside didn’t hold a candle to the awestriking enormity of space and the stardust littering it. The vivid illusions of Cirrane’s finest couldn’t quite capture it, let alone the books he had spent much of his time in. He was jolted out of his unusually welcome distraction by the sound of acorns clattering on the ground.

Clearly, he had misjudged Fel’s abilties. They were in good hands if she knew the intricacies of acorn-based navigation. That at least was one worry quelled, although he got the impression that his concerns about the pixies and the engineer were rightly so. He may be certain he would get off of the ship alive but unharmed was no guarantee.

[i]Your guidance would be greatly appreciated now.[/i] He [s]pouted[/s]  continued to survey the decks when no response from his angel came, fiddling with the charm that hung from his necklace. Later in the voyage, perhaps. It had been an eventful day, he reminded himself, and more would come soon enough. For now, he still had an obligation to the crew. 

Speaking of, the ship had sailed a ways away from Iyananor. Per the captain’s orders, the elf made his way to the helm, taking care to avoid fairies and scattered acorns alike.