More freaking boats; exactly why was she playing messenger? She sighed perhaps she was just grumpy at the fact that her visit on the Murderous Island had been a bit eventful with her old buddy Doomfang popping up and terrorizing them. Aria leaned along the edge of the boat, her wild red locks glinting like fire in the noon day’s sun. She closed her eyes and enjoyed the breeze on her face; her attire was more formal then what she had worn to the Murderous Island but frankly the Berserk culture was vastly different then her murderous friends. She wore a deep forest green floor length dress with long loose sleeves cinched up in thirds by darker green ribbons. The square neckline was lowcut but only showing the barest amount of cleavage. The edging of the dress embroidered with a vine like pattern in a green that matched the ribbons. It was an elegant dress on its own, but it was only enhanced by a lighter brown corset. The corset went over her breasts in a vest like fashion, and laced up the back. It comes down in a v like pattern around her waist, sectioning off into a long strips that go down to the bottom hem of her dress. The corset has a deep vine like patters coming up from the diamond pointed strips which seem to grow and wrap around the main bodice. This happened to be the only dress that she enjoyed wearing; mainly because of the sentimental Value it held being one of the first gifts her father had ever given her.

Her blue green eyes opened to see the land ahead they would be arriving soon enough; she picked up the sword that rested beside her in a brown sheath that matched her corset and attached the large blade to her hip. It was a pretty silver blade with a large sapphire in the middle and a hilt that stretched out as two large angelic wings as the hand guard. It was a bit of a clash compared to the large red jewel set on a gold chain that sat around her neck, along with a gold and red jeweled circlet on her forehead. All and all she struck quite a sight; her beauty however marred by an ugly scar that stretched across the right side of her face. Not that she minded it though; it worked to her advantage in her eyes.

Aria smiled when she heard the call to ready the ropes for docking; she had sent word around the same time she had sent the acceptance to the Murderous tribe of her visit…which was about a month ago; however her messengers never seemed to get where they needed to be. So whether they were expected or not would remain to be seen.