03-17-2019, 05:32 PM
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Training with her father typically meant something of the mental kind. He seemed more fond of such pursuits although he had taken the time once before to enforce some combat exercises on her. Honestly, the petite Privateer sort of hoped that was today's business, but she had a feeling it was not. She needed to practice and her father outmatched her as an opponent, making him a rather good training dummy because she doubted she'd hurt him on accident. Of course, her da likely would be similar to her in a fight so perhaps she'd ask him later.After whatever Seamus had in mind. With her spotted tail curling up in curiosity, the tiny feline trotted through the jungle, conscious that the landscape had morphed and changed since the volcano's eruption. Every once and a while she had to dodge a stump she didn't notice, or a rock, or she simply tripped over a fallen branch or ran into a newly growing bush.
The end result was a somewhat scruffy Privateer, a few sticks and leaves clinging to her fur. She sensed her father's aura before anything else and huffed quietly as she stepped out of the trees and bounded towards the sandy bank of the pool.
The trickle of water was indeed familiar, and Keona settled easily on the sand, shuffling her paws. Inquisitively, her head cocked to one side, inclining towards her father's direction. Her sightless hues picked a spot to linger on, flickering with curiosity. "Da."