Renia stood at the base of one of the gangways, and gazed ahead. It was years since she had last been facing a long aethership journey... since before she'd first come to Caligo, in fact.

She was a slightly odd sight to anyone looking her way - she had her wings out, and curved around to frame her face, and there was a small constellation of suitcases around her. She wore a moderately fashionable dress whose back had been carefully removed from the waist up - most of her dresses had that same modification done to them, for obvious wing-related reasons. It had attracted a few unwanted stares in the past, and doubtless would again - Renia's dark skin was pretty much flawless, after all - but she had little choice. As bad as a revealing dress was, she'd ended up in her underwear in public a few times too many as a child... after she'd gotten excited about something, unfurled her wings... and had to retrieve her burst clothing from around the landscape.

A quiet sigh escaped her lips before she waved down a couple of the Porters to help her with her bags. They were given the bags full of clothing and minor supplies - Renia herself took the largest and heaviest of her pieces of luggage, and began the trek out along the catwalk.

As she went, she initially stuck her wings out to either side, like a tightrope-walker trying to keep balance - but the staff stationed along the catwalk forced her to fold them in against her back (or else sweep them off the catwalk entirely), and complete the journey as though she were a normal human. This revealed something else about her - there was a pale purplish stone sitting nestled in her hair as she walked.

If anyone looks *really* closely at her:
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The stone appears to be anchored to her hair by a series of nigh-invisible legs.


Once inside, Renia couldn't help but notice, she'd be condemned to keeping her wings against her back near-constantly. Still, some things were worth doing, even if her wings would start to itch a little if they went unused for too long...

Still, she was impressed when she saw the size of her quarters. She'd expected a tiny little room - true, the Morningstar was made to be luxurious, but she'd gotten a free ticket, and surely that meant she'd have one of the cheap rooms? Then the thought hit her that this might actually *be* one of the cheap rooms.

If it is, I'm going to *have* to find my way into one of the EXPENSIVE rooms before the voyage is up... Now! Go now! They're still loading guests, so go before the rooms are occupied! You should be able to sneak a peak in the other rooms in the confusion...

Tempting as that thought was, 'her' servant interrupted at this point to relay the captain's message. "Two hours until nibbles. Understood." She grinned at the servant, and set about her unpacking. If she hurried, she should have all her things in place before their light refreshments began...