The Invierna is officially classed a light battleship, with wings, hull and various outer details shaped of pure unmelting ice and moonsilver. Much like her distant single-pilot cousin, the warbird, her most common shape (shared by her sister-ships, the Blackbird and the Blood Lance) is that of a proud raptor bird, worked in exquisite detail right down to the last tailfeather. Also like the warbird, the wings do not flap through the air, but rather glide through it silently, buoyed by an invisible field.

Unlike her older siblings, the Invierna is capable of limited shapeshifting capabilities, allowing for various cosmetic alterations and an array of close-combat weaponry to support its rarely used Essence artillery. So far she is also capable of taking on a seafaring form and even diving underwater, though the limits of this have yet to be fully tested.

The main limitation to the shapeshifting capability is, of course, the ship's interior. Boarding her is an odd experience, as the Invierna appears to have no obvious hatches or openings. Instead, an individual cleared for entry can step right through designated portions of the hull and into the body of the ship, the moonsilver alloy briefly sublimating to allow passage. Rather than providing stationary windows, a large area of the ship's surface (particularly in the head, the back and the viewing rooms below the wings) can function as a one-way mirror of sorts, allowing crew and passengers to look outward with a high degree of visibility while outsiders see only a glistening, opaque silver surface.

Given Anansi's tendency to impress, the Invierna's cabins are fully carpeted and decorated in exotic woods, precious metals and marble, even touches of jade. White, silver, blue and contrasting black are the primary color themes. Plush seating, marble counters and tables (attached securely to the floor for safety) are available in the areas reserved for officers and guests, along with a fully stocked bar and kitchen.

(from Festival of Journeys - Aerial Pavilion)

Anansi personally guides his Exalted guests (Thalia, Evident Truth, Peregrine, Lilith, Rana and Keo if they wish) in boarding the ship. The unmelting ice and moonsilver alloy is chilling to pass through, but leaves a warm and pleasant after-tingle. He passes sparing but precise directions to the crew and officers, indicating that they will be watching the races from the Panorama Suite, the largest viewing room of the ship incorporating a sky view as well as a full 360 degree side view.

Once there, beverages and appetizers are happily provided to those that desire them, along with lenses fitted with a Dragonfly's Ranging Eye for those wanting an even closer look. A series of luxurious pillow-strewn couches are arranged facing outward, so that one can view the Festival and Races in comfort.

"Anything you ask, I'll do my best to provide, though acts of miracle are on a premium," Anansi quips with a boyish grin.

"It certainly is a fantastically built vessel Lord-Captain."

 Truth passes by the elder Lunar after the compliment, stepping toward the great viewing area, though he does not seat himself, instead choosing to stand by the one way mirror surface with his hands folded in front.

"Greetings Invierna", she addressed the intelligent spirit of the vessel.  "I do hope the Lord-Captain and his crew are taking good care of you," she spoke with warmth for one of her larger creations, resting her hand on the wall as she did.

When they reached the viewing room, Thalia picked up a glass of sparkling wine as she took a seat on the couches.  She slipped out of her shoes, and then curled her feet under her on the couch, exposing a long stocking clad leg as she did.

"So, who is it we are cheering for?" she asked, whimsically.

"I imagine anyone who catches our fancy...after all...I think the fan favorite has a very interested party already on board."

 Truth did not turn when he responded to Thalia. He watched the unfolding deployment of airships and smaller vessels as they began to settle into lazy orbits or courses intent on catching the race.

"Oh, my, my.... Anansi Madeen. Whereever did you get this kind of ship?" Behind her, her parasol obediently rose and sheathed itself in air, slowly vanishing from view. "No doors, no windows... and now this? Why, now, I do believe I need to take a glance or two at today's airship designs. It does only seem such a little while... and yet..." The wall ripples under her touch, golden trails chasing her every fingertip. "I hope you don't mind if I take a closer look here, now, do you, Anansi dear? You can't possibly introduce me to such a thing, and yet expect me to stand aside. It'd be positively cruel, and I know full well that you're a gentle man."

Her eyes filling with golds and greys, Peregrine freezes for a moment, head cocked and listening. "Oh, and speaking of interested parties... what is your name, dear? With the veils and the mask? One couldn't help but notice you looking at our favourite general, and old ladies like me really can't help but stick their noses into every little thing." Her smile was whimsical, and, in a way, somehow absent. "That, or it's just one of those Twilight things; Thalia, dear, I don't suppose you'd be interested, as well?"

"Evident Truth, former citizen of the tributary known as the Nation of Masks, ma'am. I'm sure that Professor Thalia will get to know me better once the Academy classes begin anew."

 Again speaking without turning, the Lunar either had fabulous self control, or was rather fixated on something outside..but Horizon had already fled from view on the back of that terrible engine of war, so surely it could not be that...

"Oh, that little place? How... delightfully different." Her smile was, slowly, becoming more real. "Why, then, I do suppose I'm very happy to meet you, Mr... Evident? Goodness. I think I shall just call you Truth for now, and be done with it. At my age, you really start to get impatient with all those silly little titles; why, if people really merited respect, they should carry it on their names. I don't suppose you'll mind, will you, dear? I'd shake your hand, but as you can see, I'm being somewhat... occupied." Her fingertips appeared to have vanished into the wall. Or possibly not. "Although, by the looks of it, as are you. Is the mask merely a distraction, Truth, dear, or is there something more interesting more in the distance?"

The Invierna answers Thalia personally, pleased that she has come. The voice is feminine and pleasant. "Thank you for visiting me, Creator. Master Anansi is always good to me, and he brings me to many interesting locales."

"Always, see?" Anansi emphasizes with a note of pride in his voice. "Invierna has plenty of my love. She's second to none. Okay... second to few, but still."

He grins knowingly at Thalia as Peregrine starts to marvel over the vessel's unique construction. "Oh, go right ahead and touch her, Lady Peregrine. She's happy to be admired. I think she's inherited a little bit of the vanity of her creator, in fact. Lady Thalia is the one who came up with the liquid alloy frame and the windows, among other innovations, though the ship itself is based on a previous design."

"Invierna is a one of a kind Anthegenian creation, and technically still in testing stages, but I think she's holding up well, if I may say so. She's not been tested in heavy warfare, but honestly... all of us here hope that will never be necessary." The Lord-Captain seems eager to speak about the ship, engrossed to the point of hardly even paying attention to the race contestants... or the fact that Peregrine's already distracted by Truth.