A loud voice could be heard from down in the crowd. "SERI. SERIAN, MY BABY!" A rather tall Terra woman yelled, flailing her arms about. Her hands were clawed, her hair was tied up, but it was obviously still very long, hanging from her head in bright orange locks. Her tiger-like ears flickered as she continued to wave and flail about. "YOU BE GOOD, YOU HEAR?! AND YOU BETTER COME BACK AND VISIT, YOU HEAR! OR I WILL DRAG YOU BACK HERE BY THE TIP OF YOUR TAIL! I WANT LOTS OF GOOD STORIES!" Eventually though, the woman stopped flailing and jumping about, pushing her way through the crowd, already leaving. While on the other hand, Serian remained seated, hidden by the railing of the ship. Though they had already said their goodbyes when he had left the house this morning, he should have known better. His mother was a loud but very loveable woman, and she had no problems with being vocal about it. Slowly he lifts a hand, carefully running it through his nearly black hair, carefully scratching at his black cat ears. "Here..." Is all he mumbles out. He had his jacket on over what appears to be a black well-fitted flannel shirt. The pants though were well worn, even the boots he had on appeared well worn. Luckily though, he had tucked his tail into his pants! He did not feel like having someone mistakenly step on it or worse, someone pull on it. He really hated shoes though, to be honest.
His red eyes glanced about the deck, it looked rather clean compared to when he had seen it just the other day. Someone must have gone ahead and did some cleaning, he assumed, peering towards their 'Captian'. A faint smile cracks upon his face, though swiftly fades as Alexander makes his appearance. He should have known that -he- would be coming along. Though instead of snapping like he wanted to do, he sucked in a sharp breath, shaking his head. His ears were still ringing from the sound. "No, you are not late." He carefully shuffles around his bag, opening it. It was not very large, it held a few different bits of clothing, a few small gem clusters, a tiny chunk of iron, and three sizable metal orbs. His bag might not have been big, but it was heavy. He reaches into the bag, easily grabbing one of the metal orbs and carelessly tossing it above his head. Though instead of flying off and plummeting to the ground as it should have, it merely flew a small distance and slowly moved back to float by Serian's head. The orb seems quite content where it is, and Serian is far too busy digging around in his bag. A common tactic of his, merely making himself busy with something else until it was time to get down to business. If one were to take a good look at him though, they would easily notice his face is still somewhat flushed from his mothers embarrassing yelling.
"I heard rumor she managed to nick his cap." Tyris says, smirking happily towards Evelyn. "And if its true, good onto you! I watched a few people try and fail, probably should have stuck around longer." He mused, carefully adjusting his bag over his shoulder. "I am so excited about finally getting off of this rock." He mutters, closing his eyes for a moment and slowly exhaling a held breath. He seemed to be rather excited, nearly bouncing about. Though under the clear excitement, he was nervous. While he probably could have walked around a bit more on the ship to look around, he seemed to be sticking rather close to Akuto. "Ha, who knows. Always could use a few more to clean the decks and whatnot, I suppose. But it is just another mouth to feed." He grows quiet suddenly, almost as if something caught the attention of his subconscious. And in fact, something did. Just in time for the loud crack of Alex to reach his ears. Though instead of jumping or covering his ears, he merely cringes. It was a sound he was once able to make, he was quite use to it, but hearing it from another bothered him a bit. He turns a bit to face Alex, offering a rather large grin suddenly. "Energetic as always, eh?" He chuckles, bit by bit his nervousness starting to dissipate.
Tyris did not really have any 'goodbyes' to say. His dearest friend was going on the boat, and any of the other friends he really liked were as well. His sister would be gone for some time still, and she would not find it odd to find their home empty. Though, just in case, he had written a short note and left it on the table. So this was probably the simplest thing he ever had to do. He had made a point to say farewell to the nearest neighbor and a few people he use to take flight classes with. But other than that, nothing else held him to the floating rock.