10-21-2020, 11:49 PM
It only made sense, for the sheltered daughter of the pirates to wish to seek freedom. Perhaps at a younger age, she would have been pleased by the idea of sitting comfortably in her hut with her siblings and no worries aside from how she'd go about asking for special desert from either of their mothers. The thought still doesn't seem so bad, maybe, even now, but there was more to life than cookies, and she'd intended to seek it out herself. And so she did.
Being a pirate, sailing was a required skill to be mastered before she could dare leave the archipelago they inhabited. But, being a Roux, it already flowed in her blood. The endeavor for knowledge was one she'd been able to set out on as soon as she'd turned eight months, with the promise she'd at the very least write back home every month. Keeping her discoveries in a journal she carried with her, Bonita found herself entertained every day. Simply studying a frog passing along the ground could be a fun use of time for the hybrid, taking the time to illustrate what she saw and write about everythings' behaviors, from the bugs, to the grass, to the birds, to the clouds. They all had personality, and she wanted to know what made them tick. She thinks, maybe, her family will think it's quite interesting, too, and impressive, that she could make all this discovery for them.
And in her hunt for discovery, it seems that she would make a genuinely remarkable one, as she spots a moderately sized island not so far from the Typhoon's own as she set sail today. The winged tiguar docks herself at one of the misty shores, hopping off of her boat onto the rocky ground. There was traces of society, scattered wood here and there, and a strong scent she doesn't recognize. The female shifts her body, looking around. She takes a quiet moment to pull out her journal and write about her surroundings very quickly, before putting it away and taking a seat. If there was, in fact, a group of individuals living here, she'd rather not be found trespassing and potentially get attacked with her boat far away. She clears her throat and lifts her head before calling out loudly, "Excuse me! Does anyone live here? I would rather not surprise anyone by accident!"
Being a pirate, sailing was a required skill to be mastered before she could dare leave the archipelago they inhabited. But, being a Roux, it already flowed in her blood. The endeavor for knowledge was one she'd been able to set out on as soon as she'd turned eight months, with the promise she'd at the very least write back home every month. Keeping her discoveries in a journal she carried with her, Bonita found herself entertained every day. Simply studying a frog passing along the ground could be a fun use of time for the hybrid, taking the time to illustrate what she saw and write about everythings' behaviors, from the bugs, to the grass, to the birds, to the clouds. They all had personality, and she wanted to know what made them tick. She thinks, maybe, her family will think it's quite interesting, too, and impressive, that she could make all this discovery for them.
And in her hunt for discovery, it seems that she would make a genuinely remarkable one, as she spots a moderately sized island not so far from the Typhoon's own as she set sail today. The winged tiguar docks herself at one of the misty shores, hopping off of her boat onto the rocky ground. There was traces of society, scattered wood here and there, and a strong scent she doesn't recognize. The female shifts her body, looking around. She takes a quiet moment to pull out her journal and write about her surroundings very quickly, before putting it away and taking a seat. If there was, in fact, a group of individuals living here, she'd rather not be found trespassing and potentially get attacked with her boat far away. She clears her throat and lifts her head before calling out loudly, "Excuse me! Does anyone live here? I would rather not surprise anyone by accident!"