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Lila looked around her, she had herself and a small dufflebag of the essentials that she thought she might need, a brush, toothbrush sunscreen, multiple blank notepads and writing implements to help communicate and the like. The demon hadn't left the city in a very long time, it was only at the insistence of the few friends she did have that she did for this occasion. The demon was a quiet pae, she kept to herself for the most part, it was hard to make friends with her disability. Naomi had insisted she needed to get out and meet more pae, make a few new friends, and learn more about her home then just the city. In fact Naomi had escorted her to the ship dock just to make sure she went. Though the angel did not accompany Lila past this point.

With a little apprehension the demon walked the gangplank only to be greeted by a fairy, the fairy began it's little speech and Lila squinted a little to watch it's lips. She had decent practice at it since she'd been doing it most of her life but there was still times she didn't get the right words. Now the only problem was, that just after it's first line of it's speech the fairy turned away from Lila to guide her and yet was still talking. This brought confusion for the demon and she tried to catch up to the speedy fairy to try to get it's attention and see it's lips again though couldn't quite catch up. She didn't have a notepad at hand just at that moment not having expected to need it. She bit at her lower lip a little trying to keep from any emotional tears as she didn't know what to do in this unfamiliar environment.

Aulii took in a deep breath of salty air as he stood on the dock. There was nothing he loved more then being by the sea, other than surfing. When he heard of the opportunity to get a way for a little while, the sunset male jumped right on it, he needed a vacation. It wasn't as if Aulii's life was overly difficult, he was a laid-back beach bum, but a vacation from his permanent life-vacation was always welcome. It was no question that he would choose to go on this island tour.

The male picked up his surfboard that was standing at his side, hoping there would be opportunity to use it. He had been dreaming about what the surf might be like at wherever they were going ever since he had signed up for the excursion. Aulii carried the surfboard to the ship and boarded with it, unless he was stopped from bringing it by one of the fairies. That wouldn't be a problem either, he could likely make a new one. This was just easier for the lazy surfer boy.

Aulii nodded at the fairies who greeted him. "Thanks dudes." Aulii responded as he made his way to his room to drop off his board. He quickly made his way back up to deck though, he wasn't one for hiding away in his cabin. "Hey, can I have a drink?" Aulii motioned to one of the fairies. Now this was the life.



On the other hand, Dysmas was staring at the busy port practically trembling. The boy typically stuck to himself in all of his shyness, and seeing so many pae in one place. Maybe he should turn back. He was still struggling with the insecurities of who he was. At least here, on land, maybe he wouldn't look so odd? That was his hope, it was normal for Naiad to have legs when they were on land. Dysmas gulped, and tucked in his water wings close to his back, partially ashamed of his heritage.

As he boarded the ship, the water angel quickly took to his cabin to hide away. There were so many pae on deck. He wasn't interested in the idea of crashing the party, and decided to sit on the edge of his bed until things calmed down up there. As he hung his head, Dysmas took a deep breath trying to remember why he had decided to go on this journey in the first place, he needed something to hold onto to keep himself from fleeing before the ship took off.

He had gotten the brochure that everyone else had, and the young male was still on a journey trying to figure out who he was, he was grasping for answers anywhere he could. The timing of the brochure's arrival made it seem like an answer to his question, and the answers couldn't possibly be in the forest or mountain. He was a creature of land and sea, Dysmas knew that much.

A huge grin was spread across Hjörtur's face as he came onto the boat. Oh yes... he was going to enjoy this. The atmosphere was perfect: warm sunrays, luxury, so much good food. What more could he ask for? He hummed to himself as he followed the little fairy to his sleeping quarters, beckoning for them to stop and return. "One of your finest drinks please... Oh! The bubbly kind. As well as whatever specialties the land has to offer."

It had been ages since he was last surfaced. Wait, had he actually ever been to the surface? No matter.

As the little fairy came back, a tray filled with fine cheeses and a glass of campaign, the fish took them and promptly left the room, looking around the rest of the boat. Hmm... What to do... What to do...?

A cruise...how interesting. Preoccupied with her pamphlet, the female moved up the ramp to give half an ear to the fae. She really had tried to get Dayht to come, hoping to bring her out of her extreme depression...but to no luck. Apollo had effectively shattered her heart into pieces. With no danger around her, she moved in auto-pilot to her room as she re-read the activities. A soothing vacation, away from the bad memories at the isle. Problem was, it had all been for Dayht. Only when she had declined, Niday couldn't back out. Once mentioned, Dayht saw it as a way for the twin to escape HER! As if the bright, cheery, beautiful Day Fae could ever be a burden. As annoying as her twin was, she loved being around Dayht. Especially now, in her time of need... I should be at home, taking care of her. But having her go to the trip was the first time in months Day had smiled, happy at the thought of her having a good trip. ...I'll stay here, for you Day.

Prisma had managed to shake a lot of hands in her go about the boat, most including fairies, whether they wanted too or not. Except for one pae that escaped her, saying that he was sick and quickly shut himself in his room.

Pausing, she tilted her head and watched curiously, a frown on her face. "Oh heavens no! Sick is not good, not extremely!' she fretted, flittering back over to his door and inspecting him over once, or twice, or many times, at least looking anyway. The fairy in the door blocked her from actually getting a hand on him, which was probably a good thing, since she would have checked for a fever despite him saying he was sick and retracting his hand. "You must get better! how will we all have happy happy times on this cruise if you are unwell!" she frowned again and put her hands on her hips.

This wouldn't do at all. And why did he ask for gloves? "To not spread germs! You are most smart, yes extremely! OH WONDROUS!" she suddenly burst out, nothing making a lick of sense except in her own mind. Because apparently gloves = stopper on all things sick. "Still though, drink lots lots! You must stay healthy!" she cooed again and twirled around in place, grabbing the fair to twirl with him.

If anyone had bubbles, she was more than half a bubble off plumb.... extremely.

For someone who spent more or less every hour in the water, waking or not, Szoorne was becoming quite familiar with something called seasickness as he got onto the boat. He was aware of the inherent irony in that situation and so resigned himself to taking slow, deep breaths and fixating his gaze on a point above the horizon as much as he could. He adjusted the bag on his shoulder, glad that he'd had the foresight to use stone to make it. Sturdy, waterproof... Szoorne did wonder, however, if a bag made from fabric made from stone could grow moss and algae when exposed to water.

Better than mold, he supposed.

Checking to see which room was his, he shifted his bag on his shoulder. It took a moment to get going properly, as he felt a wave of nausea rise up in his gut. Fighting it down, he began to head off towards his quarters.

He could at least get settled in while they waited.





She liked the smell of the air, liked the sun on her shoulders, liked the gathering of people around her. She, honestly, had been overjoyed at the chance to go on this cruise. Thalia had not really gotten a chance to go out and do anything lately. So this chance to kick back and relax had been more than welcome.

Her wings stretched, though careful not to smack anyone as she passed, before folding again. She couldn't help the cheerful, open smiles she gave the others that she passed by, nor the impulse to give short waves. She didn't much know anyone here, but that was half the point- to get out and meet new people aside whom she saw regularly. Not that there was anything wrong with whom she saw regularly but this at least would widen her horizons a bit.

Broaden.

Broaden her horizons.

Not yet ready to go to her room, Thalia moved towards the rails to look over the side of the ship. This was incredibly exciting, and the prospect got more and more thrilling by the second. Oh this would be fun. This would be a lot of fun.

Having finished his drink and cheese, he discarded the remaining tableware on some nearby railing and continued on his merry way, a smile plastered on his face. Oh, yes, this was absolutely perfect!

As Hjörtur noticed a blue female in the far distance, his attention was immediately captured by her radiating beauty and charm; she was simply breathtaking, that curling and shining hair, those soft wings unlike anything he had ever seen... He wished to woo her, or, well, to ask her to dance with him. Pulling out his bone flute, he blew into it lightly to test it on the surface. Satisfied with its tune, he raised it into its proper place and took a skip as he moved forward, blowing into it and playing a tune similar to this: [x]. It was one of his favorites that he knew. and his eyes searched among the crowd for others who may be interested in joining before locking forward, in the direction of that blue beauty.

Vash was leaning backwards against the railing of the ship, the view outwards really didn't interest him. There was far too many pretty girls to look at ON the ship. He didn't even notice his box of donuts was almost empty now due to it all. A familiar pink demon came into his line of sight in the last couple donuts of the box and he grinned "Ahh it's my damsel in distress" he said to her and swallowed the last of the donut in his hand, his eyes becoming as usual a little starstruck when a female paid him any heed even if it was negative heed. He remember this one, he glanced quickly to her hair "And she has her pretty flower upon her pretty head!" Now the donuts were all but forgotten as he spoke