Almost eerie, how well it's going. 

Only natural, with how great she is. And Luna's gift, of course.

Still, she's not here to rule this town forever. After a short while, she'll start investigating ways to leave.

There's ships - flying ships, enormous things of metal and glass. This port doesn't get many, and they're leery of officials and leerier of changing laws, but there's enough turnover she can probably find something. 

She's never seen an airship, but these seem to be much more sophisticated. This place, wherever it actually is, really is astonishing.

Blossom doesn't want a ship that's too big- too many records. Nor too small to take passengers. Something reasonably sized, preferably on the greyer side of legal.

Those, at least, seem to be a dime a dozen...

Though the girl in a flowing, chaotic dress that seems to consist of multiple silk scarves sewn together isn't a dime a dozen. She has a hood on and a very volumnous scarf hiding her face, but she's also pretty clearly staring at Blossom and Moriya with her head tilted like a strange bird. 

Nice dress.

"Something you need?"

"Thanks," she says, brushing a hand over her skirt. "I made it." And: "You're looking for something, aren't you? For somewhere."

...She didn't say that out loud, did she?

"What makes you think that?"

"You're looking to leave. So you're looking for something."

"An astute observation."

"I'm an astute girl."

"Do you have a ship, astute girl?"

"One with a fair captain and space for more passengers, if they're paying."

"We've got two, and we can pay."

"We'll have to ask the Captain, but she'll say yes."

"You know that already?"

"I know her."

"Suppose you ought to introduce us, then."

Moriya nods, reservedly.

"Kay! The ship's this way..." And she leads the way to a very battered-looking ship, one clearly modeled after some kind of animal or another, though it's a rough sort of styling. 

What a piece of junk. Blossom of course knows better than to voice this thought aloud- the condition of the ship is either a bad sign (in poor repair) or a good one (function over form). And in either case, the captain is likely to be touchy about criticism.

"She's protected us through a lot," she says. "And she's a Firefly class ship - those're old enough that still being around means they were very well built."

"And, also, no one tries to steal her."

"-Okay, I know I didn't say anything that time."

Giggle! "Whoops! It's hard to tell."