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-]Ryssa giggled and pressed her lips to the woman's before saying, "I'm sure we can find some hole to ourselves....and seeing you so helpless makes me want to tie you up right hun..." Ryssa got to her feet, pulling the zebra girl up with her, and just held Sansa in her arms as she thought over the options once more. "Then again...I kind of would like to learn more about this strange world my girl calls home..."[-

Finn- Starania flails her arms around and bursts out laughing like someone is tickling her. "Nononono...the...blood is like...hehehe...everything...tickles..." Starania giggles, she smiles down at Finn then puts both of her hands on his face, rubbing his stubble happily, giggling because it tickles her hands. "Plan...plan plan...I do this all night?" She asks, her eyes wide like she just did ten lines of cocaine.

Ryssa- Sansa smiles a bit then looks to the forests. "The dwarves really do make good pies...I'd kill for some pies right about now. Too bad the cat's at the top of the mast..." Sansa jokes. She gets up, giving Ryssa a hand. "Just watch the cracks in the ground...dirty...elv--er...well I don't mean you when I say that. I mean there's literally mud covered elves in them. Not...snaky either, just...gruff and dirty and big bushy bearded; and that includes the women." Sansa explains.

"Tis all old to me lad." Starania says with a laugh. She stops rubbing his face and simply grins at him. "I'm probably going to have to slice open that wound on my back so it doesn't look like Merin's junk when the scar sets in. Given I can do that anytime...ooo or we could go 'ound punting, or I fireball dodging or toss John to some screechers, but then we'd 'ave to leave 'im and 'e does make some really good fackin' bacon. So maybe not...ever seen a potato throw an apple at the sky? That's always fun..." She rambles, all of this said extremely fast. She takes a deep breath, 'aving forgotten to breathe through the whole thing, then leans against the railing looking straight up. "World's yer oyster love"

"Well, ye can't really go into any of those activities with THAT mentality..." Starania trails off. She looks at the torches heading into the forest then up at the sky as the last bit of sunlight fades. The stars suddenly appear, and in a great unison the sounds of hundreds of wolves being tortured sound off near and far. In the distance fireballs start hitting the ground, the sky shooting at the grasslings still running about. She starts giggling then looks towards the fires. "See, ye'd be those grasslings with that mentality."

Starania simply shrugs her shoulders, she pushes off from the railing, putting her hands behind her back, she takes a few steps somewhat goose-stepping it before booking it. She jumps the railing, lands on the main deck, running to the front of the ship and up the bowsprit, standing at the tip of it. She reaches up and feels the tree's branches.

Starania eyes Finn a bit, she hops back onto the ship, having partially hoped he'd have a chase with her. She walks back to the main mast and looks straight up. "Minsi! Dagger me!" Starania calls. A dagger nails the deck right at her feet which she plucks from the deck, she walks over to the door to her quarters and knocks. "I 'ope yer not wearin' my knickers in there..." She calls.

Starania makes a pouting face then walks in. She eyes the gun in his lap and tilts her head to the side. "What's that for?" Starania questions, she plays with the dagger in her hand unable to hold still, pricking her finger on it she pulls her hand away as her finger just starts twitching out. "This is for...stuff..." Starania states.

Ryssa- The resting area below deck is shared with the whole crew, some have already curled up into hammocks, others sitting and drawing or writing while they wait for some work to do. A couple look up at Ryssa and Sansa when they enter, and get a chuckle. Sansa looks at the crew then away awkwardly, her distaste in the ship only growing as there's no place for real privacy. "Should've gone to the woods..." She grumbles.