She doesn't recognise that tree.
She's been here before, she's not that far from the estate, this isn't some unknown place. She must've taken a wrong turn, of course, but where? She should probably just try to retrace her steps, Jaol will be incredibly mad at her...
She waves a hand. "Thank you for the commission, and the company on the journey. I'll leave you to get settled in, then. Shout if you need anything." And she heads off, to a ladder leading further below.
Definitely! It's smaller and more cramped than the quarters along the cliff-face, but the bed's a good bit softer than anything they'd managed before.
If Dayo doesn't have an opinion, Tetsuma claims the right bunk bed as his, storing his things underneath.
Tetsuma glances around the tiny room. "We should probably head to the main room."
Tetsuma follows, bringing a pad of paper and the charcoal, in case they want to work on writing.
The ship's fairly small, all things considered. The passengers' room sits at the end of a long hallway with storage rooms branching off. The main gathering room has two long curved walls in the same pale, opalescent material as the outside of the ship. One long wall is clear of any obstructions, and has two of the three tables resting along it. The crates that make up the tables and chairs are of a simple pale wood, with arcane markings on them, many of which the translation spell fails to catch the meaning of. (The ones it does catch have prosaic meanings, like 'this side up.') One of the 'tables' along the wall is large enough to spread their papers out on, while the other is small, clearly meant for a single person or two having a quick meal. The third table is medium-sized, sitting out in the middle of the room.
Crates are stacked to the ceiling in the corners, bound by netting, with some along the other long wall like a low bench. The other wall has maps and charts hung up all along it, some of them with bizarre symbols and unclear meanings.
A second hallway branches off from the main room directly opposite theirs, leading to Sarati's room, the ladder up and down, the bathroom, and more storage spaces.
The ceilings in all of the rooms are low, and the floor is a cool, dark material that feels almost but not quite like metal. There are no windows, just the lamps that shed a light like daylight. All three tables have movable lamps resting on them.
"I don't think regular ships back home could be manned by so few people," he muses aloud.
"Also I'm assuming she'll probably need sleep at some point, and it didn't sound like she's planning to dock every night..."
"I'd be surprised if she doesn't check in on us again before launch. Should be a good time to ask then."
"I'd like to try and refine the transformation jutsu - it's far too much of a drain on chakra, and doesn't hold up well. It's also one of the few jutsu I can easily practice while here. I'd also like to talk about - us - at some point."
"Just - where do you see - us - kissing and all - going? I mean, how seriously should I set my expectations at?"
"...I'm not sure? I'm not, like, opposed to serious, if that's where we're headed. Don't think these things do well with a lot of planning, though."
"I've never done anything beyond - like, goofing around - though I'm... also not sure, but theoretically fine with anywhere from 'courting' to 'extended fling.' Stuff like - this - also isn't as big a deal to shinobi as I think it is to civilians, civilians in my world would usually treat kissing as a major step. 'Serious' is typically planned well ahead, too, but I'm okay with letting things develop as they will." He's blushing.
"—you're adorable. And stuff like this is a bigger deal to not-me people, I think. I like you, I think you're fun and cute and smart and hot and I want to kiss you and for now that's about it."
He groans and tries (unsuccessfully) to fight the blush. "One of these days, I'll figure out something that gets you flustered."
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