[The Bloody Bay Fleet]

Kelsey took the arm with a bit of surprise, looking up at the queen. "My ship is a proud thing indeed, my queen. She will take us where we need to go, and she will be swift." Kelsey beamed with pride as she led the queen aboard. "I suppose I am the ferrywoman of queens, ah well. She rolled her head back and forward around her shoulders, limbering herself up. "I can imagine many would fight for this position," she tossed a smile and wink to Aynia.

"Why, certainly!" The Oracle moved his chest to his other side and graciously took Maeni's hand, "a pleasure to meet you, Maeni," he said warmly. The steps the Oracle took were slow and heavy, forcibly so. Especially with the maid on his arm, he was exercising what to him was herculean restraint. The Oracle was, after all, an embodiment of the mind, and when set on a journey, the mind has a tendency to be hasty and impetuous. The fae spirit seemed to be ready to burst into song and run from one end of the large warship to the other. There was such excitement in his frame that he seemed to shake with it.