Noxryn

IC: - Vwynolyn; Rambles - "I'm used to people not trusting me. I would not feel too surprised if the Empress didn't truly trust me, though it's not entirely like anyone on this ship has much reason to. Of course I'd like to earn it, and... I'd like to be useful in some fashion. Granted, in my... whole, kind of... life choices and everything, this... well, I guess you can call it a journey? I walked a lot. After I came to terms with how I feel, wanting to solidify that... once I realized that, well, maybe there is a future for me..." Vwynolyn sighed loudly, resting her chin on her knees a moment. "And that, since there might be an after to everything happening now, I probably should work on my people skills some. Instead of, y'know, getting irrationally angry at people in bars when they insult me, or use... male terms with me, and starting a fight where... well, I sometimes win. Three out of six ended up with me stabbed and somehow I managed to live through that." Another long sigh. "I'd like to figure out how to earn trust, make friends, prove that I have some kind of worth as an individual and am not just... some two-faced Fursic with a political agenda. Or not just... someone who can't hold any sense of loyalty, because that's not true. I do feel loyalty. Maybe it's... different, but... I feel loyalty to those who treat me well, and I feel distrust towards those who see me as a disposable tool. It doesn't seem too messed up to me, but... two people have called me the 'antithesis' of Order, so... I don't know." She rambled a bit for lack of stopping herself, not really caring if Zafin replied or chose to walk away; though she was trying to figure out a way to ask for some kind of help.

IC: - Vwynolyn; Six Foot Sad - Vwyn had not expected an apology and the surprise showed on her countenance, "I... I accept the apology, sorry I'm just... no one's apologized to me before." For a moment she looked back out towards the water, "I understand you don't trust me. I guess, maybe with how strange things have been for me, that maybe... someone would've for once. It was just an eye-opener that, while this situation is unprecedented in my life, people aren't going to think me much more than either my clan name, or as a blight on the virtues, or as some... well, backstabber. Not that I've actually, legitimately, betrayed anyone in any manner that'd bring them harm," she mumbled, sighing again. "Sorry... I didn't mean to ramble on, I know you're the Empress's handmaiden and... yeah," She recalled the words traded before the dinner, not wanting to make the mistake of trying to talk to someone who would otherwise shoo her off it as it wasn't her job to listen. But, despite everything she did want someone to talk to.

IC: - Vwynolyn; Admittedly a Bit Broody - Sitting on the floor of the deck, legs and arms wrapped around the railing well enough that she didn't worry about accidentally slipping; she'd been thinking on her own for a while. It was hard not to feel some semblance of upset -- she was on a ship full of people, she determined, did not trust her, like her, and who only asked questions out of a sense of bewilderment than eagerness to understand her. There were some words she reminded herself of, that brought up her spirits slightly. While in thought, Vwynolyn did not expect anyone to come after her, to want to talk to her, to willingly interact with her on any level. So when she heard a voice she snapped out of her thoughts, surprised with her head looking up and behind her, eyes on Zafin. "Oh... no, not this time," She responded with a bit of a sigh, not one to ignore the fact she'd considered something like that before; not on this trip, at least. "You don't have to talk to me if you don't want to, I don't... really want to be resented any more than I already am." Vwyn finished her statement, doubting Zafin came all the way here on her own accord, considering their previous interaction. Lightly she flicked a small speck of dirt off the deck, watching it shoot out a moment and disappear on the backdrop of the sky.

IC: - Vwynolyn; Pardoned - "Th-thanks," She stated, slowly pulling herself up and out of her seat. With a respectful bow the Menti ushered herself up and out of the room, and once out of the cabin she let out a long, deep sigh. For how long she spent in there, she had not realized how tense she got, or how nervous, or anxious and stepping out and away from it made her feel a lot more relaxed. Slowly she began to walk, not specifically wanting to go back into her assigned cabin, as she didn't feel entirely sleepy yet, and she wanted some extra space to think to herself and calm her mind a bit. Watching the water, she felt, would help, and she liked to feel wind against her. Slowly she found her way up above deck, keeping to herself and actively avoiding anyone who seemed up and about. There was no shady purpose to it, other than she felt a bit alone and knew no one on the ship actually trusted her to begin with -- she also didn't want to deal with too many questions or stares. The wind felt cold and sharp; whipping by and causing Vwynolyn's dress to ripple and flap about. With her hands, she held it down, walking a bit towards the back of the ship, trying to avoid a busy area, or an area where there were more than just a single guard somewhere. Eventually she found herself a small space, sliding down onto the ground and scooting up to the guard railing. Slowly she wrapped her arms around the rails, legs as well, more to keep her solidly in place while she let her eyes stare down at the water far below. With her book and personal belongings in her room, she lacked the worry of dropping anything important. While not the most comfortable for most, to Vwynolyn: it felt peaceful. Wild, harsh, but peaceful. The sounds of the water, watching it move, the wind whipping at her and making her feel chilled; it all kept her awake and thinking. She seemed a little depressed, feet dangling off the edge. A part of her felt slightly tempted to use her mask to conceal herself from view, but she didn't want to make it seem as if she was up to something other than sitting precariously close to the edge, with trust in herself to hold onto the metal. "It... looks cold." She mumbled softly to herself, wishing she had a small rock to toss into the waves.

IC: - Vwynolyn; Would Probably Feed the Seagulls - The Dasaka perked up a little bit, smiling lightly as she had not really expected to hear a "yes" to that question. "Th... th-thanks, I... um, just... worry," she responded after a time, "b... b-but that was um, th-that was the last question I had." Vwynolyn couldn't think of much else to ask about, and while she felt a little better from the "yes" to the last one, she did want fresh air. Provided she'd be allowed to get any, since while she did want to sit up on the deck and watch the water a bit out in the open, she wasn't sure if she would be allowed to do that.

IC: - Vwynolyn; One Last Question - She nodded her head lightly, still feeling a little embarrassed from the question she had that was more deemed out of turn. Vwyn hadn't thought much of it, more just hoping she might be able to receive directions for such things when everything was said and done, at the least. "I... thank you, sorry... again, I didn't mean... to make a request out of turn," she added, rubbing her bicep with her free hand before slowly looking up again. "But... nn... I'm... kind of scared to ask, but to... do... do I look... like a woman... maybe? Y... Y-You c-can be honest... w-with me." Vwyn asked the question quietly, a bit clear from her countenance it was hard for her to put out there and it seemed like she was a bit frightened of what the potential responses could be. "Th... th-that's not... a-an o-out of turn question... i-is it?" She stuttered, fingers squeezing around her bicep a bit tightly, eyes flitting around a moment before resting on the table.

IC: - Vwynolyn; Out of Questions - She seemed visibly disappointed, eyes looking down at the table a little bit with the answer she felt she should have expected. "I... I-I'm... s-sorry for, for asking," she responded quietly, admittedly she had her hopes up and the quickness and sharpness from Zafin only underlined, to her, that she was closer to an amusement than much else at the moment. Vwynolyn almost felt tempted to comment to the ambitions -- she didn't have any true ambitions, aside from only wanting to feel like she could defend herself more adequately, or actually feel as if she was on par with those who got the time and training to finish two disciplines instead of just the one she had under her belt. It, to her, seemed incredibly unlikely her own family would be of much help on that front. "I... feel sort of like... maybe, I'm just... not much different from... an exhibit," the comment was made aloud, though she had intended to keep it to herself and bit her lip, quickly adding something else in hopes it wasn't heard. "I... feel pretty confident that there's nothing I can really do to earn any trust, but... I'm out of questions." She stated softly, having wanted to ask if she looked like a woman, at least at first glance, though she decided that she didn't want to potentially cause pain to herself if she got an answer along the lines of "no."

IC: - Vwynolyn; More Inquiries - One of her hands had lightly moved to hold onto her bicep a little bit when the captain spoke, though the Menti considered the words and found herself nodding a fair bit through them. "Is... I mean, is there anything I could do... to, maybe, lessen the thought of... 'danger' around me?" She asked after a moment, not wanting to be seen as dangerous and the like. "I... understand if not, I..." she stopped herself, feeling her cheeks redden as it felt childish to say she wanted to make friends. "I... I mean, I'd like to... finish my training in the Willhammer Discipline, and... maybe learn better ways to protect myself in closer quarters. I don't really know what the future holds for me, but, learning from the past it's not uncommon for me to... end up in that kind of situation. And then stabbed, and... somehow live each time... So I... also wondered if... it'd be possible to... be helped with that?" Vwynolyn felt like her word choice was a bit awkward and out of place, though; she did want to highlight that it was a real threat she felt a bit scared of.

IC: - Vwynolyn; Questions - "I... I suppose fate is fairly strange," Vwyn commented, biting her lip softly as she lacked positive, uplifting examples that she would pull from for fate. Most of her examples would simply follow the train of "Well, I should have died here but somehow managed to not." She shifted lightly in thought, "I suppose I always feel surprised when my situation is so baffling, or gets questions a lot of the time. I guess, while for me it feels a fact of life as interesting as being able to walk." A small sigh came from her, knowing she'd have to re-articulate her position multiple more times in the future. "... So, I suppose I also wanted to ask. Well, kind of as an attachment to the first question... but to everyone. Since I'd appreciate honesty, and I wondered whether or not I'm thought of in a fairly negative light due to my clan, or due to my situation." There was a small reason she wanted to ask that, knowing anyone could easily lie about it, but it would help her to ultimately ease her mind on some fronts while, perhaps, developing more confidence to directly ask for things she needed: like requesting food a day before, so she wasn't so famished and lightheaded at the start of dinner. But, she also wanted to, perhaps, find someone who could assist her with her unfinished Willhammer training, provided there were any such individuals around who could, but she didn't want to make that request if they would ignore it. As a small addendum, "I ask that more since... there's help with things I would like to practice, but if my presence is ultimately seen as a blight or annoyance... I wouldn't want to request the assistance."

IC: - Vwynolyn; I Have a List - She did relax as everyone seemed interested in their own stories, memories, wonders and any talk of "giant squid" or "ghost ships" seemed to pique Vwynolyn's curiosity now and again. While she never joined into the talk, they were interesting and, at times, a bit fantastical to her. Someone who had not spent much time out at sea, or spent much time in any sort of real adventure. As they all began to excuse themselves, leave and tend to their multifarious duties aboard the ship, she watched them go. They were largely people she found interesting, fun when they were off the topic of asking her so many personal questions so quickly, or dredging up old emotions that caused her to feel withdrawn and separate from everyone. In most respects, she did want to make friends for once, but with her history she lacked the personal touch to figure out quite how to do that. Especially when she figured most of the sailors, stewards and the like probably wouldn't want to consider her a friend, be it for her clan or due to her rather unique approach to her own life. As they left, she felt a bit nervous at first when it was only her, the Empress Yumiwa, Zafin, and the captain. All three individuals she didn't want to upset or mistakenly disrespect, all three individuals who could end this trip in short order for her if they found a need to do so. While those thoughts and worries started to begin pressing on her psyche, Vwynolyn seemed taken by surprise when Yumiwa simply offered her to ask any questions in such a casual, regular way. She barely knew the Empress, but every time she was spoken to, or interacted with her, she felt surprised -- she was, at least, outwardly much kinder than she had expected. "I... did have some questions," Vwynolyn began, sitting up a little straighter, her fingers lightly fiddling with her dress so it sat on her a bit straighter, not wanting to look the part of a slob, "I apologize in advance if I... word any of them awkwardly, or badly. I'm not exactly used to being in the presence of such esteemed individuals and... not entirely used to guarding my own words." She felt the disclaimer might help her in the event she did word something poorly. "But... I wondered, since... since really I woke up... and I don't mean to sound ungrateful because I'm incredibly grateful for everything, but I guess I have a hard time understanding why... I'm being shown such... kindness and, well, even respect when... I mean, when most probably would've thrown me in a cell for a few days at the very least. Since... there's nothing about myself that's terribly important I'm aware of, other than just... being a... I guess 'desertee' is the best way to put it, of my own clan because of... well, how I see myself. Well, a Fursic desertee who has a less than traditional approach to things, who is more known for getting into drunk fights than... much else. So... so while I truly do appreciate everything, again, I... I just don't entirely understand why I'm seen... as worth to... be so generous to." Perhaps she went on a bit longer than she intended, pausing often to think of the next word she wanted, the next phrase or sentence. Her had moved lightly as she spoke for emphasis, though her large, deep pink eyes shifted up and looked over towards Yumiwa when she asked the question, as it was to her she was directing it. She had more in mind, but wanted to start with the one that kept pressing her thoughts.

I remember when I joined Gwyndolin's Covenant all those years ago and made the game a miserable experience for other people who just wanted to complete it. Gooooood times.

IC: - Vwynolyn; Nervous, Hungry, Uncomfortable - After that one, particularly inquiry near the end of the sudden wave of questions, Vwynolyn seemed a bit awkward at the table. In a way she simply did feel uncomfortable, not truly knowing what the others thought of her, but the question itself made her feel as if there wasn't a particular sentiment of care for her. Naturally, she participated in the toast quietly, still appearing a bit smaller in her seat with her shoulders pulled in a little close, eyes often down and focusing on the food on her plate, or the utensils, or the glass in her hand: she seemed unable to make eye contact with anyone present. As her stomach growled again she bit her lip and started to quietly eat what she had, able to keep herself at a polite pace, remembering most of her manners aside from the fact she seemed to try and actively ignore everyone unless they were to specifically call on her for one reason or another. I just hope they don't start insulting me. Behind my back, fine. To my face, in front of the Empress... the worry made her bite her lower lip again, hand under the table gripping tightly onto her knee. Maybe if I don't look at anyone they won't feel inclined to start. Once more, with her slower eating pace, her stomach continued to growl every now and again. The spacing always got longer, but her body was a fair bit more impatient than her mind was at the moment.

my name is kit and wen it nyte if im nerby i bring the lite and kep u safe with hug in bed to show good faith i kiss ur head i tried ok this is harder than i thought it was

IC: - Vwynolyn; That's a Lot of People - She didn't expect to see so many individuals around the table and, when she and Zafin entered, she immediately felt a sense of sheepishness. Her cheeks went a bit red as eyes came onto them, though when she heard her name spoken from Yumiwa's mouth the Fursic nodded her head and quickly made her way to the only available seat she could see. With the placement, it put Vwynolyn next to Zafin, both to the left of her. Asking her questions with so many present made Vwynolyn feel uneasy, as she didn't want to potentially embarrass herself or mistakenly disrespect the Empress. But the thick smell of food, drink, and the sight of it all took her mind off it for a moment. Rather loudly her stomach growled, the out-of-her-comfort-zone Dasaka blushing a bit more and holding a hand to her stomach, trying in vain to make it less loud. It was clear she took cues from others in this unique situation, basically waiting until someone got something for themselves before she hesitantly did for herself. Vwynolyn was trying to be polite, reminding herself not to eat too fast or too much at once, not to make a mess, even if her entire body screamed at her to just shovel food in her mouth. Luckily she was able to resist the temptation. Feeling shy wasn't something she was terribly accustomed to. Around people she considered her equals, or less, she tended to be more loud, talkative, excitable either for better or for worse. But when the room was filled with people she largely felt inferior in station to, knowing very few if any likely had any sense of not disliking her immediately due to her namesake; it was a strange sense of otherness.

IC: - Vwynolyn; Wondering - She nodded her head a little bit, "that sounds difficult," she stated matter-of-factly, as simply, it did sound difficult to have all of those responsibilities. "So... I mean, would you have any insight for... what the Empress... would want of me?" Vwyn asked after a moment. "All of this feels really... surreal to me, and I don't fully understand... I mean, I appreciate everything I... guess I'm kind of lost for... reason to it. Considering... everything." She didn't want to iterate how she came to the Empress, but she couldn't shake the strangeness of the entire situation. The Empress had to want something, no? And Vwyn felt, maybe, if she knew or had an inkling to what it was, she wouldn't possibly end up surprised or taken off guard at some point.

IC: - Vwynolyn; Trying to Make Conversation - "I... yes," she responded, trying to walk a bit quickly as she felt incredibly ravenous, but she also kept reminding herself not to eat sloppily. While out on her own, she rarely gave much credence to table manners -- who in a seedy bar was really worth the effort? Unless she was attempting to make herself look pleasant, but at a table of officers, potentially the Empress, potentially the Captain of the vessel, making a fool of herself wasn't something she entirely wanted to do. "I... um, felt curious," Vwynolyn started, a bit more nervous around Zafin on the basis the woman seemed like someone who would happily smack her over the head for a minor misstep, at least, that was her initial impression of her, "and... I don't mean this to sound insulting or anything like that, I just... genuinely don't know. But... what do you do? Or... I guess, better phrasing, is... I've seen you a few times and I'm uncertain how to address you, I think," her words were a bit out of place, correcting herself as she simply had a hard time thinking of quite the proper phrasing or words she wanted to say. "Pardon the... the pausing and confusing language, I just... I haven't eaten since... three days ago, so to say I'm a little out of it is a bit of an understatement."

IC: - Vwynolyn; Finally, Food - She felt herself becoming lightheaded again, fingers rubbing along her face and eyes every few seconds to keep herself awake and focused. It felt so strange, that the hunger pains she had earlier always gave way into almost nothingness, just for her head to feel like it was swimming. When a knock came to her door, it took the Dasaka a moment to push herself up, a bit weak as it came to her mind this was, at least, day three of no food. "I..." she wanted to say "come in," though felt as if she should simply expect people to open the door either way. Well, the risk was theirs to take. "Yes I... I feel... feel quite hungry," Vwynolyn responded as she got up, steadying herself for a moment with her diary lying on top of the comforter. She took in a couple deep breaths, wincing a little as her stomach loudly growled. "Apologies," she mumbled, starting to walk over towards the door, hoping she would end up feeling a bit more normal after she had something to eat.

You are both amazing women and I am happy to see you both happy, excited and everything!

IC: - Vwynolyn; Not Actually Sleeping - A small sigh fell from her as she slowly laid back down, stomach grumbling loudly. Food was one of the things she'd been missing for a fair bit; no time to eat the night before and the thought had not crossed through her mind. Not to mention the days before, where her eating habits were scarce at best due to the anxiety and excitement over sending in her petition. Vwyn wanted to come off as polite, though. Asking for something to eat seemed weird as she did not feel as if she was in the position to ask, but then she'd never truly been in the position to ask instead of earn or afford. Lying on the bed felt nice enough; it took pressure off her stomach and helped ease a lot of the tension she felt. Her hand slowly moved over her face, fingers flicking any remnants of tears from her eyes. In a time of peace like this, with nothing truly on her mind for day to day survival, or immediate fears and worries, she found her mind wandering again. Thoughts about her family were the most frequent: a part of her still cared about them, for one reason or another, even if she tried to bury that feeling as she ultimately felt none of them were deserving of her time. It felt complicated, however; the people she spent the formative years of her life with, were trained with, taught by, lectured by, rewarded and punished by: they were hard to completely forget. Hard to completely hate. But she knew from their perspective, she likely would never be a welcomed face. But, maybe she deserved it? Acting so combative, arguing so often, going out of her way and generating shameful displays to get back at them: maybe she deserved their ire. Sometimes she wondered if they actually remembered her, it seemed likely they would -- even the Empress seemed to know about her in some passing way -- and if they did know, Vwynolyn wondered if they actually cared. Maybe there would be no action if she ran across Fursics who would know her, recognize her. Maybe they wouldn't actually care. Perhaps this feeling of fear of them was misplaced, but without any means to know for sure, it felt sensible to think they would want her either dead, gone, or simply held close with some sort of threat to keep her in line. People were, to her, too proud to forget the things that marred their pride. Too wound up in the politics of the nation to consider anything less. Ultimately, they were their own entity. Vwynolyn often missed some moments of comfort, some sense of community and belonging, but remembering the overall reaction to who she was killed so many of those thoughts so quickly. A part of her, at times, wondered if it was possible to shed the name of her clan in some way. Perhaps that, while something she was not sure was common, would be more in line with the virtues of honor and order than sticking with it. At least, in such a case, she could claim she was working to bring a cohesive respect for herself, trying to approach it honorably henceforth, and not feel as if the feelings of her family would, or should, matter much in the legal consideration of who she was. Perhaps, whatever this trip would bring up, could spark a new beginning for herself. Maybe even comparable to a "rebirth" of sorts, although; what that would all entail she did not know. At the moment she was tied to the whims of the Empress and, while she did not mind that, she often had to remind herself she did not know or understand Yumiwa that well. Or her guards, or her servants, or her captains, officers and so on and so forth. She only hoped that her hopes were correct, and not her fears. "By the Goddess I'm hungry," she stated aloud, lifting her fingers up above, tracing some of the random patterns her mind made up along it. Something small to try and distract herself from everything.

IC: - Vwynolyn; If, And's and But's- She just woke up, or at least, it felt that way. Sleeping in late and being pulled away from the sights, the scents, the sensations of the trip itself felt like being taken away from an enjoyable show, or pulled from a book. But Vwynolyn was not the sort to argue aboard a vessel she held no authority, and not the sort to argue with those who directly served the Empress on the mere basis she felt it would be unbecoming of her as a guest. So, quietly she followed. No words were said as Vwynolyn followed the sailor to her assigned cabin, eyes shifting down on occasion as she thought over everything that transpired. In so many ways, it all felt so surreal to her. There had to be something about herself the Empress found either valuable or, at least, entertaining. Which thing that was, she did not truly know, but if it was the vehicle to achieve what she wanted to -- the legal signage of her true gender, then, to her, it was worth it. All she hoped, quietly, was that she was not intended to be used as some piece of bait, or that this was all an elaborate manipulation and trick that would end with her dignity destroyed. No one seemed like the sort she could confide in, speak to, to clear her head of her worries and think on less anxiety ridden things. But, of all the people who chose to treat her well -- a number she could count on one hand -- why the Empress? The interest the Rora had in her made her uneasy, since, if she had such interest then was there something about her that was actually valuable? Had, for one reason or another, Kuno passed away? Or someone else of import in her family? Those felt like ridiculous concerns as, if such a thing like that happened, surely she would have heard the rumors. Surely. Caught in thought with a frown upon her soft countenance, brows furrowed, Vwynolyn nearly slammed her head into a slightly lower hanging door frame. Luckily she ducked under it, moving into the room and shaking her head a little to rid herself of all these worries. Perhaps she should simply choose to live in the present: revel in the fact she was on the Empress's flagship, by her own invitation. As her deep, pink colored eyes looked up and around the room, it felt comfortable to her. Quite a bit nicer than what she'd grown accustomed to, but there was something about it that did speak a little of home. A warm bed, perhaps. Not all of her memories were so terrible, and there were times she felt a sense of emptiness: missing that sensation of belonging somewhere. Not paying much heed to the one who lead her in, she quietly walked up to the bed, flopping down onto her back and letting her eyes stare at the ceiling. The soft fabrics cushioned her comfortably, and while she felt hungry, Vwynolyn's mind didn't push for food. "This is weird." She mumbled quietly to herself, book lying on her chest. But there were no other options or choices at this point, at least, nothing better. Even if she was to be killed, or exiled, or some other form of punishment, or some other form of defamation or use, at least she got to experience a bit of luxury beforehand. Given, had the guards had their way the night before, Vwynolyn felt almost certain she'd either die of starvation in a cell somewhere, or simply executed for the display. A part of her actually started to wonder if her clan would actually want her dead, it felt reasonable to her that they would. Someone who left, who brought essentially nothing but shame, someone so different from everyone else: to them, she felt as if she was useless in any political sense. And why let someone run around ruining another's brand? With these thoughts of what ifs, what coulds, if I hadn't done that or this, she found some warm tears drip from her eyes. Lightly she wiped her arm along them after a moment, biting her lip. Had the sailor who brought her here said anything? If so, it all went past her ears in that moment and her mind simply didn't register anything. "Sorry, I... are you still here?" She asked, sitting up after a moment, holding her head against a hand, legs drawn up so her knees pressed into her chest.

IC: - Vwynolyn; I'm on a Boat - Frankly, Vwyn traveled over water before. Smaller, less stellar ships and more often than not: boats; standing on the deck of this monstrosity amongst boats, she found herself a little perplexed. In some ways she seemed younger; wide eyes glancing this way and that, fingers clasped tightly around the guardrail as she poked her head over and looked down along what she could see. What caught her attention was how the water barely seemed to move as the vessel traveled; surprising as she came more used to seeing the water noisily splash up along the hull, sometimes, on other ships, splashing into her face consistently. "It's beautiful," she mumbled softly to herself, her book still held in one of the hands on the guard rail, fingers able to wrap around it and the railing simultaneously: again, she wished she had pockets. So taken with the scene, the experience, the cool sea breeze, she did not seem to notice the discussion between Yumiwa, the sailor and Zafin. After a few moments she pulled her head back, standing up straight and using her free hand to smooth down her dress a bit, with the wind blowing at her she suddenly felt conscious of the fact it could ride up too much. To combat the fear, she turned her back to the railing and leaned back up against it, crossing her legs with some of the cloth caught between them as she instead chose to take in the scene of the rest of the ship. Clouds moved through the sky, wind billowed behind her, the sight of so many things going on to make the ship move and it's overall architectural beauty took her away. Distracted with it all, she hadn't entirely caught the fact she was staring wide-eyed up along one of the masts, mouth slightly agape with her filed teeth showing. A feature not terribly common, though it was how they naturally formed over years due to a variety of factors. By and large, she forgot about them since she rarely smiled with her lips parted. "It's... breathtaking," she mumbled quietly to herself, both of her arms holding the small diary to her chest while she gawked at the overall magnificence of the ship itself.

IC: - Vwynolyn; Collecting Herself - "Ah... I, alright. That makes sense to me, initially I... I admit, I wasn't sure why I was invited along." Vwynolyn made her response with a fairly shy sounding tone, unused to being in the presence of anyone with authority outside of a guard of some nature. "But... I hope it... it's at least, somewhat well received," she mumbled, the thought of the virtue of Order, not the least the rest, on her mind as she considered a legal perspective. A part of her felt it unlikely any of them would be too quick to give her an easy time, though she felt some semblance of hope as, after all, she also did not expect to be on the Empress's flagship. She still seemed a bit worried, eyes glancing over to the Fursic ships nearby in the docks, the small, black leather book she carried around now in her hands. Granted, as she came up she stuck it up under her arm so her hands would be free, and then almost forgot about it until she moved that very same arm a few seconds ago to rub lightly at her face and very nearly dropped it. Luckily, she had quite the reflexes.

IC: - Vwynolyn; Already Off to a Good Start - "I... y-yes, y-your Majesty, I... s-sorry," Vwynolyn stuttered, her mind a bit all over the place due to the sense of anxiety and paranoia, though as she stood back up she initially nodded to the second question, trying to think her words through so as to at least minimize her stuttering. "It's... been extremely well, and... and thanks, it was... it was picked out for me," her words came a bit slower as she tried to think of them as she spoke, though a part of her felt a sense of self-consciousness as she'd never quite been out wearing an actual dress before. It felt nice to her and she liked it, but she was aware that there were others and, with her overall physique, she did have a sense of consciousness that others likely thought it strange, at the best. "Thank you... thank you so much for the honor, pardon my... poor articulation of... words," Her cheeks had gone from pale to a light reddish tint, her hands held together in front of her at this point, fingers mindlessly playing with each other.

IC: - Vwynolyn; Shaking - When Aranta left with the small payments of respect, Vwynolin began to slowly walk towards the ramp. Naturally, she hadn't noticed the Empress's person quite yet so when half her name was almost yelled out, she found herself staring up, wide eyed and a little on the pale side due to the presence of Fursic ships. Perhaps her anxieties and fears were a tad out of place, but it was hard for her to not feel as if they might somehow spot her, see her, recognize her and either do something then, or later. She really wasn't in the place where she wanted to end up confronted by guards, escorts, or soldiers from her own clan. Or, even worse, actual individuals she knew. After that almost-mishap, Vwynolyn sped up her walk a little to get onto the ship, a place that seemed at least somewhat more comfortable to be as, quite frankly, she doubted anyone would actually try to pull anything while she was standing within the presence of the Empress. If only as that'd be a rather disrespectful thing to do before the Empress, and could be easily taken as an outright insult: something, Vwyn at least, felt her clan wasn't willing to risk over just her. Eventually she made her way up to where the Empress was; nervous, eyes often glancing towards the Fursic ships with a sense of worry and obvious fear. She should have expected them to be there, but actually seeing them evoked quite a different response than thinking about them. "M... M-My M-Majesty," she stuttered, mostly for how on edge her nerves were, bowing respectfully when she made it up to Yumiwa's presence, trying to keep her eyes respectful of the Empress's station, and not preoccupied with her own, personal, concerns.

IC: - Vwynolyn; Not a Fan of the Color Red - "Maybe," she responded after a time, her thoughts coming to a rather abrupt halt as the docks loomed before them; ships everywhere. The one that Vwyn was staring at was the Yukanna, and she felt absolutely tiny next to the thing. In some ways she had disrespected the concept of ships earlier, more to poke fun, though standing under the shadow of one it felt a little as if the thing might run her over if it had a mind of its own. And somehow heard her insults of calling it a "boat." "Big," she mumbled to herself, eyes a bit wide as, while she'd seen them before, not quite so up close. Especially not this one. Other colors and ships caught her eye in the periphery, head tilting a bit and a sense of harsh anxiety mixed fear filled her as she could recognize a few more pointedly than the others. "Fursic ships," she mumbled softly, stepping a bit more to the side, as if the small, few centimeters of distance would grant her some kind of safety against whatever eyes might be on those ships, or around them. "S... S-So we... on, this one, yes?" Vwyn pointed up to the warship again, not entirely wanting to just walk onto the thing without permission, well, explicit permission. The stutter she showcased in that moment was born almost purely from a combination of sudden fear and anxiety -- her own clan's ships inspired the fear, while climbing onto this monster of a machine, with the Empress on it, inspired the poignant sense of anxiety. "Th... th-they can't... the... the Fursic ships, they can't... the people on them... won't be able to... to see me, right?" She asked, more for a desire for some kind of comfort in that they couldn't, regardless if the answer to that question was actually known or not.