06-01-2020, 01:45 AM
[align=center][div style="width: 45%; text-align: justify; font-size: 12pt; letter-spacing: -1px; font-family: times new roman;"]★ — The older Maggie got, the more complicated she realized her family was. The Roux family tree was, at this point, basically becoming a jumbled mess of aunts and cousins and on and on. And that was only if she took into account the family she had in the Typhoon. There were even more Rouxes over in Tanglewood, and had she been closer to her swamp-dwelling cousins, maybe she'd know that her family had extended outwards to Elysium and the Pitt as well. But she was not, and instead she was left with those who made their home on the same archipelago that she had been born on.
Her family consisted mostly of adults anyway, this she knew for certain. Her mama was an adult and so were Goldie and Michael; Roan was, admittedly, still young but he might as well be considered an adult too considering the weight of the responsibilities placed on his shoulders as one of the Sages. With the recent meteor strike, they were all much too busy to give the time of day to herself or her siblings. And even her own siblings didn't want to seem to make time for each other! Natyli and Eulia were often nowhere to be found, much to Margaret's dismay, and up until recently, Jaime had been missing. Who even knew where Ry went? She certainly didn't.
Sometimes it was frustrating. Some might call it selfish of her to be frustrated by the absence of a true friend — "There are plenty of children who would be happy to be friends with you, Maggie! Just go and make one, it's easy!" — but it wasn't her fault that every kid in the Typhoon seemed to have the mental capacity of an adult at a mere few months old. She was entirely convinced at this point that she was the only one who knew how and still wanted to be a kid while she was of the right age to call herself one. And then she would get scolded — however gently it may be — for trying to make her own fun! She wasn't supposed to be in the jungle, she wasn't supposed to leave the territory, and she wasn't supposed to try to make herself useful in reconstruction. "It's adult work. You'll get hurt." Pish posh.
To that end, Maggie was making an attempt at entertaining herself in such a way that she would not be scolded for it. How did she do that? By playing with a ball made of moss. It was the best she could come up with. She passed it between her two front paws, growing more bored each time she whacked it back to the other paw. Then the bell caught her attention. The bell usually meant visitors, which meant not having to play with this ball anymore, and that was just fine by her. She immediately rose to her paws and began heading in the sound's direction.
As she approached, an all-too-familiar face came into view. Trygve, the brother that she had not seen in what felt like forever and who had left to go somewhere for weeks on end and without even saying goodbye. Rage swelled within her as she drew near, and her normal gait quickly transitioned into a series of stomps. Wordlessly she closed the distance between the two, leviathan hues narrowed in anger, and once she was close enough she aimed to punch her brother in the face. "That's for leaving without saying goodbye," she said as she lowered her paw. Immediately afterwards she went in for a hug. "And this is for finally coming back."
Her family consisted mostly of adults anyway, this she knew for certain. Her mama was an adult and so were Goldie and Michael; Roan was, admittedly, still young but he might as well be considered an adult too considering the weight of the responsibilities placed on his shoulders as one of the Sages. With the recent meteor strike, they were all much too busy to give the time of day to herself or her siblings. And even her own siblings didn't want to seem to make time for each other! Natyli and Eulia were often nowhere to be found, much to Margaret's dismay, and up until recently, Jaime had been missing. Who even knew where Ry went? She certainly didn't.
Sometimes it was frustrating. Some might call it selfish of her to be frustrated by the absence of a true friend — "There are plenty of children who would be happy to be friends with you, Maggie! Just go and make one, it's easy!" — but it wasn't her fault that every kid in the Typhoon seemed to have the mental capacity of an adult at a mere few months old. She was entirely convinced at this point that she was the only one who knew how and still wanted to be a kid while she was of the right age to call herself one. And then she would get scolded — however gently it may be — for trying to make her own fun! She wasn't supposed to be in the jungle, she wasn't supposed to leave the territory, and she wasn't supposed to try to make herself useful in reconstruction. "It's adult work. You'll get hurt." Pish posh.
To that end, Maggie was making an attempt at entertaining herself in such a way that she would not be scolded for it. How did she do that? By playing with a ball made of moss. It was the best she could come up with. She passed it between her two front paws, growing more bored each time she whacked it back to the other paw. Then the bell caught her attention. The bell usually meant visitors, which meant not having to play with this ball anymore, and that was just fine by her. She immediately rose to her paws and began heading in the sound's direction.
As she approached, an all-too-familiar face came into view. Trygve, the brother that she had not seen in what felt like forever and who had left to go somewhere for weeks on end and without even saying goodbye. Rage swelled within her as she drew near, and her normal gait quickly transitioned into a series of stomps. Wordlessly she closed the distance between the two, leviathan hues narrowed in anger, and once she was close enough she aimed to punch her brother in the face. "That's for leaving without saying goodbye," she said as she lowered her paw. Immediately afterwards she went in for a hug. "And this is for finally coming back."
[size=11pt]☾∗ˈ‧₊° ─ GIRLS JUST WANNA HAVE FUN!