The young Vall followed after everyone as they left the council room. She was deep in thought about the situation, still trying to piece together all of the information that had been given to her. Her wings fluttered behind her briefly as she walked silently with the others, her stride keeping her in pace with their Captain. Once back aboard the ship, she took her seat across from the man. Settling into the seat, her wings unraveled slightly as she relaxed them finally. Keyra crossed her arms over her chest as she leaned back, pulling one leg up over the other.
She let her head tilt forward and her eyes close. However, she could still feel Dravon's gave upon her and wondered what it was he was thinking. Even so, she had a fairly good idea as to what was on his thoughts. Hell, she would have been thinking it too if she were in his shoes. Why send a Vall of all things? She questioned it herself every so often too. Of course with her council, the way things were in her world... it was no wonder they sent her. Keyra wasn't expecting to survive the trip at all, that much she'd already given into. That didn't mean, though, that she was just going to up and die either. The young Vall was a fighter through and through. If she were meant to die, she'd be doing it in the honor of battle.
"Halfin is it?.. I have one of your people serving on my ship.. and to be honest I am rather interested to see how you can manage yourself in combat," Dravon spoke, allotting for some small talk.
“I’m a schooled magician trained in many magical arts but I favor breaking necks it’s easy,” the ash fiend known as Halfin replied. His answer sent a slight chill down Keyra's spine. She wasn't sure if she enjoyed that response all that much. Honestly... what is the council thinking? Choosing people like that... she thought to herself, an eyebrow curling downwards.
As her thoughts roamed around, she felt a bit of energy stir in the air. Though she didn't wield magic herself, she could tell that someone had invoked some kind of spell. It wasn't strong, almost too faint to have even felt. It had been just enough to catch her senses, but just barely enough, and only because she had her senses heightened nearly all the time. Keyra's head pulled up a bit, her eyes narrowing as she flicked her gaze between them all, her wings fluttering as they pulled upwards tightly. Her eyes settled on Halfin. He'd said he was a magician. Even though that didn't necessarily mark him as the culprit for the sudden magic, she was fairly sure it was him. A frown pulled on her lips as she sat there. He is good. It's not harmful... but why the sudden need for it? She wondered.
"Its been some time since I've returned home, tell me how are things in the homeland?" Dravon continued. Whether he was satisfied with the ash fiends answer or not, Keyra couldn't tell. He moved the conversation smoothly over to the only other woman present.
The Vall shifted, her eyes slowly leaving Halfin's form to look to the Vola'kun woman. Enuren, if she remembered correctly. For the moment Keyra would leave the magician alone let him play with his magic she thought. So long as he didn't mean any harm to them.