Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28718853-20180307023000/@comment-31049256-20180307064900

After a moment of helping the crew Reby finds herself at the window next to Rix, "Grrr...Damn it! Why does it have to feel like we're going so slow?! I mean I know we're going fast, but it feels like it's takinig us forever to catch up..."

She lightly pounds a fist on the window, gazing out for any sign once again before sighing and propping her forehead on the glass. When she pulls away she looks to Rix.

They hadn't conversed much, and she could tell Rix still wanted to toss her from the ship for her feelings for Forjod, but she looks to the Hellhound with genuine sympathy, "It feels awful enough having that dirty thing take Forjie from me...I can't imagine how you're feeling Rix, since you're actually his wife."

She's hesitant at first, but gingerly places a paw on the focused Hellhound's shoulder before moving back to help the crew again. Her movements are more resolved now, the werewolf able to do well enough now that she seemed almost a natural part of the crew rather than a few steps above a newbie.

Arianna, without looking away from the window, unsheaths her blade and flicks it in whip form to the table Dravela and Xinderas arm wrestle upon. It extends just enough that the tip segment lodges into the table. As they look down they see the same form of the girl sitting at the window watching them wrestle, [This looks like fun!] the refection gestures as the body at the window props on her elbow and watches outside, [How often do you both do this?]