Tell your story.

You spend the next while explaining much of what happened, from the enchanted island, to the Summerlord, to being swallowed by Seno'nojoch, to meeting the Silver Hunters. It takes long enough that many of the people around you sit down in the grass--some on benches a farther distance away. Laira seems mostly memorized by the ship itself. You swear you could see her drooling for a moment. This is all while Vyzia remains in her dragon form, and it's quite the intimidating visage. Not only is she much larger than when Malakae transforms, but she's missing an eye, and has torn, battle-damaged wings. Though she is still subtly decorated by those same pink flowers upon stretchy green rings.

Her people gather your people's eyes, though they aren't seen as strange once the explanation is given. Though even after all is said, people still look strangely at Gwynevere. They know now this is to whom you've spoken with before though the magic conch, and met on your journey to the deep sea some time ago. To have a new Demon King at Castle Phoenix is surely something that draws attention.

Once the story is nearly completed, Malakae Vraelion speaks up. She's clad in her usual crimson qipao. "Excuse me, but can we address the red dragon in the room? I understand you found her on some island guarding a bunch of crash survivors, but how can we trust her? You act so calm, but there she is, right behind you. Do you not know? Red dragons are feral beasts that live outside of society. Nothing like the refined gold dragons. You know me, so you clearly know that by now." With her nose turned upward, she places a hand arrogantly upon her bust.

The dwarf rubs his hands together. "But if she does try and kill us, oohhh boy. New armour for Bek?" he asks.

You raise a hand. "Vyzia is an ally. I found her wounded and stranded upon a deserted island. There she chose to guard the survivors of a ****-trading pirate captain with her life. Though we've only travelled together for a short while, I trust her. Among us are various different kinds of demons, and others people call monsters like goblins or harpies. So relax, Malakae."

She crosses her arms. "Hmph. Fine. But if she tries anything, I'll stop her myself."

Vyzia than erupts into a flashy burst of magic, shrinking down as her wings and scales retreat. She once again becomes a tall, unclothed, bountiful woman with a single eyed stare just as intense as when she was fully sized. Everybody stares back, partly because of her intimidating visage, though mostly because she isn't wearing anything at all. The people of Castle Phoenix have seen many oddities, though what they didn't expect was her to be so openly nude, of all things.

After noticing no reaction, Malakae's cheeks start to turn pink. "Uhm... Well, y-you seem to be--" She clears her throat. "Kyle. Bring her some clothing at least."

"No," Vyzia answers for you. She holds a hand back, and her enchanted spear soars down from above and into her hand. "And I'm not going to betray Kyle. You only need to prepare for combat if you're the one who plans to attack, gold dragon." Her long red hair blows heavily back as the wind begins picks up quickly.

"She's so shameless!"

Lynx approaches you next. She speaks more quietly. "What about that Gwynevere lady?" she asks. "Can we trust her?"

"I think so, well enough," you answer. "She was responsible for a lot that happened to us, but she also went through such as much as we did. Gwyn may be a self-proclaimed Demon King, and the holder of a dark pact, but like I said before, we've welcomed just as strange people here in the past. I don't even know your real name, but I've never once asked, because I know who you are regardless, Lynx."

She tugs down the top of her cloak's hood to mask her face. "You didn't have to make me blush in front of everyone, Kyle."

You step forward and once again gather everyone's attention. "Like Nyllia said before, I think we're all weary after everything... and we smell like the inside of a fish. So more questions can wait. Laira, I'm putting you in charge of the airship for now. Grab whatever help you need. Take your time, but I'd love to have this thing working at full--"

"It would be my honour!" she responds immediately with a sudden, powerful grip to your shoulder. Her eyes almost seem to shine.

"Mine too!" Fava flutters down from above to land upon the other's head. "I'm so excited I could burst. C'mon, Laira. Let's start right away. Go, go!" she says, tugging on her hair.

"I'm not a horse," she mutters.

"There's plenty we can deal with after a bath," you say.

"Whew. I'll say." Niki wipes an arm across her forehead. "I don't know if I'm wet from the sea, sweat, or something else."

Eva's eyes slowly shift over to stare at her companion. "Wh-What does that mean?"

"Huh?"

"Nevermind."