The watched and looked with eager faces. They were however, a bit disappointed at the dragon's idea of a hint. Looks of disinterest passed over their faces, before resuming their usual cheeriness. "A glow, her hair is aglow~ It shines bright yet softly." "An 'Aura' or an 'Aurora'? Or perhaps like a star?" They began to rattle off a list of names, while speaking in circles and cracking wise. "Estelle, Stella–or maybe Elaine?" "Perhaps Lucina, Lumina, or Phoebe?" It was clear that guessing a name based off a vague hint wasn't going to have a high chance of success, but they had already decided that they wouldn't consider that they lost in this case.
The scarabs in the room repositioned themselves as Shiloh wanted a better look at what was going on. So far this dragon had two family members mentioned, a sibling and her mother. However, what was a dragon doing all the way out in Bakulaw? Bakulaw was not a safe haven for anything, not even the native fauna. Basically anywhere else could've been better. Perhaps she had been forced to land, but that would imply the dragon had been desperate. Extremely desperate, as death was around every corner. Her attention returned to the ship when she felt a little turbulence. Maybe they were crossing into a headwind. Having enough of spying on the three in the lounge, she left the room to check on the pilot's cabin. Walking down the corridors she knocked, then entered. The cabin door was locked shortly after.
The pilot's seat was essentially a bunch of instruments built in to measure things like wind direction, fuel capacity, and other important subjects related to flight. An automaton was at the wheel, observing the change in the instruments and the skies outside through the large, reinforced glass panoramic windows. "How much longer until we land, Erasmus?" The deity asked him. A calm mechanical voice with a mild hum to it responded. "I'd say another couple hours, give or take. The winds changed direction so I've moved the ship's path to accommodate. How are things going out there?" Shiloh sighed, but tried not to complain. "Could be better, everything's up and running. Maintenance check will take only less than half an hour as I've already taken a glance over the engines. Cores are stable, and replacement parts won't be seeing use today."
"Good, good. I admit, this has been the longest flight the Clephsydra has had between two destinations. But there aren't any settlements between Antikythera and this corner of the world to stop at." Came Erasmus' humming. Patting the automaton on the shoulder, Shiloh waved as she went back outside. "Keep up the good work. If you need a break, just ring the bell and I'll take over." Passing by the lounge again, she sank into the shadows and slipped under the door. Moving through the shadows in the passengers' area, the scarabs disappeared. There was no point in keeping them out when she was here in person. Watching the game, she observed from a large pool of shadow. Malinka and Kalinka had been in here for more than an hour, which was unusual. Either they were having fun, or they were causing trouble. Being here would reduce the time needed to intervene if it was the latter–and sometimes the two would mix.
"When all else fails, move on to plan B. And when that plan fails, move on to the next plan."
Looking for alchemy or synth items? I might have what you need: Synth and Alchemy Surplus Shiloh is the Ruler of Onslaught and the Thundering Tempest, or the Overseer of Luck and Misfortune
Her God Powers are:
I. She can utilize spatial distortion to redirect attacks aimed at her to target something else.
II. She can create a paralyzing stasis field with a diameter of 30 ft on a person or a fixed point within her line of sight.
III. She is able to reverse the polarity of one's misfortune into fortune, or vice versa.