01-09-2021, 09:25 PM
⋆ they'd say, "let your love grow tall"
It'd been some months since Bonita Roux had breached society properly, on her expedition for the sake of research of all things and anything. However, she planned to change this today, quickly jotting a note down in her journal before putting it away in her bag as she trotted up to the marshy territory quite confidently, a relaxed smile on her features as she prepped what she'd needed to say over in her head.
"Oi, hello! I'm Bonita Roux," the tiguar would call out loudly upon the border of Tanglewood. She was already fairly familiar with the group, given they'd been allied with her birthplace since she was a child, and well, when one of your mothers is the captain of that group, some of that knowledge was bound to rub off on you. "I'm here t' join. I suspect that's just fine?" If they knew Goldenluxury Roux, they likely would be able to tell at least some sort of resemblance in the female, and she felt at least mostly sure that someone would know what her mother looked like.
She'd been quite skillfully dodging the events of late, only noting the noise, and hearing passing rumors from those she'd meet on her aimless journey. The Coalition, doing something, then losing. It was all in the nature of war, something she didn't find herself too particularly interested in. She'd visited the Coalition, and the introductions they'd offered her had raised enough red flags for her to recognize she likely shouldn't stay longer than she had to, and so she didn't. Nothing could keep them anchored - besides themself, of course. And, in her long time of research, Bonita has settled on the idea that she'd simply had enough vast exploration, as exciting as it may be. Tanglewood, instead, peaked her interest, in their radiated territory and seemingly oddball culture. Besides, she wouldn't mind being a bit closer to her old home. Once she took the time to calm down, perhaps she could get around to finally visiting.
"Oi, hello! I'm Bonita Roux," the tiguar would call out loudly upon the border of Tanglewood. She was already fairly familiar with the group, given they'd been allied with her birthplace since she was a child, and well, when one of your mothers is the captain of that group, some of that knowledge was bound to rub off on you. "I'm here t' join. I suspect that's just fine?" If they knew Goldenluxury Roux, they likely would be able to tell at least some sort of resemblance in the female, and she felt at least mostly sure that someone would know what her mother looked like.
She'd been quite skillfully dodging the events of late, only noting the noise, and hearing passing rumors from those she'd meet on her aimless journey. The Coalition, doing something, then losing. It was all in the nature of war, something she didn't find herself too particularly interested in. She'd visited the Coalition, and the introductions they'd offered her had raised enough red flags for her to recognize she likely shouldn't stay longer than she had to, and so she didn't. Nothing could keep them anchored - besides themself, of course. And, in her long time of research, Bonita has settled on the idea that she'd simply had enough vast exploration, as exciting as it may be. Tanglewood, instead, peaked her interest, in their radiated territory and seemingly oddball culture. Besides, she wouldn't mind being a bit closer to her old home. Once she took the time to calm down, perhaps she could get around to finally visiting.