[Having woken from some sort of deep sleep (or so she assumed) after a month, Amaria was stiff and bored and hence wandering around random decks to get herself reacquainted with the ship. Parts... really did seem to be falling apart, and she'd been forced to dodge around small bits of debris several times.
Stepping onto deck six from the stairs, she walks for a bit before pausing, ears pricked. Some sort of noise ahead, but not footsteps... moving ahead cautiously, the faerie can't help but blink and... stare, really.]
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Stepping onto deck six from the stairs, she walks for a bit before pausing, ears pricked. Some sort of noise ahead, but not footsteps... moving ahead cautiously, the faerie can't help but blink and... stare, really.]
A... giant tadpole...?