Quasit & Pearl (Pt. 62)

"What I want to know," countered Pearl, voice paragon of invariance amid cacophony of howling Phengodidae, "is who's actually flying the ship?"

At ship's helm, Iyauliana the Yu Qi Queen sedulously articulated Pearl's every command. The Phengodidae obeyed each nuanced direction under inchoate conduct. Iyauliana's slender fingers gracefully coaxed instrumentation. Though far from perfect, the manoeuvres carried out ably, even the more advanced.

Beside Iyauliana, the Mariri quavered, oscillating in mid air, wings nearly becalm in the ship's AG. Eyes still closed, lost in pithy sagacity, tail between the two bodies pulsing with engorgement, the Mariri's chubby fingers twitching hegemonically.