Previously @Jorimel For the second time in their time together, Yareli had left Iktomi speechless. The Corsair Captain could only stare in disbelief as Yareli, his Mymearans Princess, said her goodbyes. As if his whole body had become cold iron. When he tried to reach out and take hold of her one last time, his found it like moving in high gravity. Slow, awkward and painful. 'I was never worthy of her.' A somber voice echoed in his mind. 'She gave me peace and hope. A selfish desire and a nasty joke. Little did I know, that the joke was on me.' By the time Iktomi could master the nerves to raise his hand, Yareli was already walking away from him. His gloved hand simply hung there between them. Digits gasping at air, before turning into a fist. Then raising it high to punch the sky. "THIS WILL NEVER BE THE END." Iktomi shouted as the curtain of Harlequins closed around Yareli. He couldn't see her anymore, but he hoped she would hear him. "IT WILL TAKE MORE THAN A MASK TO HIDE FROM ME. WE WILL DANCE AMONG STARS AGAIN, MY TREASURE!" And with a flash of color, Yareli vanished down her own path. The Felarch stood there for a short while before lowering his arm. Looking down, his hat brim obscured his face in half shadow. Iktomi's mouth could be seen smiling sadly, with a small tear running down the cheek Yareli has last touched. Luckily it was just the one eye, as his artificial eye behind the green optic lens could not. Another stroke of luck, the injuries he sustained from Alo Winterheart were but a distant pain now. Turning to the group, not looking at Alo, Iktomi put back on his Corsair smile and welcomed their new allies. Now @BlackNecron @Colapse @Kalle @Wata @kanila "There's always a catch with those clowns, I mean Harlequins. Welcome to our expeditionary band of adventures! Sorry you all had to catch me on an off day. Don't let that last bit trouble you. We've a mission and treasure to find. With two Void Dragons and Faenkon leadership, our goal is all but already achieved." Iktomi said, but noticeably less flare and more melancholy. Not even claiming the title of leadership for himself. Turning to their newest member, Iktomi noticed their heraldry to Biel-Tan. "Greetings little brother. Have you been long away from the Craft? I wonder if anything has shaken up things back there. I'm a Biel-Tan native myself, but I've not been back for... many cycles. Family troubles you see. I do worry about them some times... as time is such an impermanent." The Felarch said with a shrug. Taking out his Orbo inhaler, only to put it away a moment later. 'Not now, there's work to be done.' Iktomi thought.