A brilliant smile appeared on her face. Gracefully she slipped right off the edge of the bed to stand, hooves firmly on the ground. Stretching her body to its full, naked delight she posed for a moment as an ancient statue, perfect in form. Her eyes fixed on Storm she drank in his own mostly naked (from what she could see of him) body, and then nodded once.

Deftly she began to move, walking around the room with a practised amount of grace and ease. Simply put, she was seductive in every swing of her hips, in every sinew of her flesh. Even her hands were placed in the most precise of places, owing from years of trained swordsmanship and love-making. Determined as she was, Philomel was in her element and she would appear as a goddess to a religion-starved man.

"I have a steed," said she in a formal tone as she picked up her blouse. Sweeping it over her head she condemned Storm from being able to see her bare breasts. For now. "A tera'k, my people call them. A form of ... Bovine. Similar to a Salvarian oxen I guess."

Pulling down the white blouse down to her hips she admitted the rest, "Though, admittedly he is not here, so a ride would be generous, if your horse can carry two."

Picking up a small corset she slipped back over to communication with Veridian.

We are on our way, beloved, she told him. How is the boy?

Resisting my charm, Veridian said, showing her an image of Fenn pulling his wrist away.

Philomel cringed slightly, anxious that they might be facing a harder conversation than she wanted with Fenn, but that was that.

Just ... Keep him there, she replied. As long as you can. Give him a tour of the ship?

Veridian nodded and showed an image of him looking at Maverik, the bulky warrior, and suggesting the trip with a flick of his tail and a scrawl in frosting that had been steadily spreading across the table. There were many good cakes and pastries, and Veridian hardly got to ear them. Therefore he had stuffed his face - was still stuffing his face with the sweet buns. Apparently Philomel did not like them much, hence they were not on their menu often.

Maverik nodded, and Veridian relayed this back to the faun. Who was now pulling on her many layers of fabric that was both a belt, a sort of covering for her butt, and a holder for her assorted weaponry.

"Tell me, were you in those Crystal Caves at all?" She asked. "It seemed anyone who was anyone was," she pulled a knot tight and faced storm. "If you have no idea what I am talking about, then you weren't, but ..." Her hand lightly rested on the pommel of the sword she had gained from there.

"Anyway, I am guessing you have paid already for this room, which means we can leave directly." She shook back her long mane of hair and took a - now clothed - stance of power and purpose.

"We can have more enjoyment later?"