05-30-2018, 06:22 PM
Wandering was now an ingrained habit in Keona. The tiny betta had a real problem sitting still, thus, she slipped away and wandered. Oft it was aimless; her goal was to learn about her surroundings, but very rarely did the spotted feline have an actual destination in mind. Away from camp. Away before her father - or uncle - noticed, though they often did.
Quite unintentionally, Keona found herself on the path of others. The rather independent betta knew that others - if they were crew - meant the possibility of being caught. Avoiding that was a necessary, if she wanted to stay out as long as possible. While she had been here for some time now, there was still so much new. Living on land, albeit land close to the familiarity of the sea, was nothing like living on a ship. She needed to learn everything.
However, small as she was, the child grew tired rather quickly. She had not made it as far as she would like, but her paws were sore, and a spot on her hind leg stung. Ants were not under the betta's realm of knowledge, though she knew what crabs were, and crabs were far worse. Perhaps a tiny crab had pinched her. So under her breath, the rusty spotted kitten murmured an apology to whatever crab she had intruded upon, before realizing she very well might run into a tree.
Sightless sea-green eyes flickering, Keona stepped back, ears flattening sheepishly. So much for remaining discreetly hidden. Knowing the only crewmate present was Caesar, the fae scooted a little behind the serval, head inclined to one side as she wondered who 'Cronas' was and where they came from. "Aloha," she murmured, an otherwise quiet child's attempt in proper greeting, finding her voice rather pathetically soft compared to Caesar's sharper tone. However, she thought the serval rather rudely direct, thus she did not entirely mind.
Quite unintentionally, Keona found herself on the path of others. The rather independent betta knew that others - if they were crew - meant the possibility of being caught. Avoiding that was a necessary, if she wanted to stay out as long as possible. While she had been here for some time now, there was still so much new. Living on land, albeit land close to the familiarity of the sea, was nothing like living on a ship. She needed to learn everything.
However, small as she was, the child grew tired rather quickly. She had not made it as far as she would like, but her paws were sore, and a spot on her hind leg stung. Ants were not under the betta's realm of knowledge, though she knew what crabs were, and crabs were far worse. Perhaps a tiny crab had pinched her. So under her breath, the rusty spotted kitten murmured an apology to whatever crab she had intruded upon, before realizing she very well might run into a tree.
Sightless sea-green eyes flickering, Keona stepped back, ears flattening sheepishly. So much for remaining discreetly hidden. Knowing the only crewmate present was Caesar, the fae scooted a little behind the serval, head inclined to one side as she wondered who 'Cronas' was and where they came from. "Aloha," she murmured, an otherwise quiet child's attempt in proper greeting, finding her voice rather pathetically soft compared to Caesar's sharper tone. However, she thought the serval rather rudely direct, thus she did not entirely mind.
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