Bad Kitty
Exploring?
"I am, miss," the youngling answered wistfully. On the surface, that ought to make perfect sense. The Levantine Astronautical Academy was, after all, the premier school supporting the Frontier Corps. The Explorer Corps. People who re-defined how people understood or viewed the galaxy they lived in. People like [member="Coren Starchaser"] or [member="Jorus Merrill"], who drew the maps that spacers used to navigate the Outer Rim, the Unknown Regions, or Wild Space. The ones who defined the edges of the map, and then pushed those boundaries so that what was unknown would become known.
Even still, the boy's intent had been a spiritual exploration rather than the more mundane, yet equally important, endeavors of the Frontier Corps.
The teenage girl was very different from her companion. The standoffish posture of the Miraluka threatened to trigger an aggressive reaction. To stir the bloodlust which the blue youth was careful to keep bottled up inside.
Casia seemed friendly. Genuine.
The other one? She was more similar to him. A predator.
Giving the teen a smile, the boy casually pet the head of the sleeping, young Amphistaff on his arm. "I figured this world would be pretty deserted, so I could let Azi run free."
With that said, the boy paused for a moment, considering the napping snake. "It appears to have had an opposite effect though," the youth noted, with a light laugh.
"I am, miss," the youngling answered wistfully. On the surface, that ought to make perfect sense. The Levantine Astronautical Academy was, after all, the premier school supporting the Frontier Corps. The Explorer Corps. People who re-defined how people understood or viewed the galaxy they lived in. People like [member="Coren Starchaser"] or [member="Jorus Merrill"], who drew the maps that spacers used to navigate the Outer Rim, the Unknown Regions, or Wild Space. The ones who defined the edges of the map, and then pushed those boundaries so that what was unknown would become known.
Even still, the boy's intent had been a spiritual exploration rather than the more mundane, yet equally important, endeavors of the Frontier Corps.
The teenage girl was very different from her companion. The standoffish posture of the Miraluka threatened to trigger an aggressive reaction. To stir the bloodlust which the blue youth was careful to keep bottled up inside.
Casia seemed friendly. Genuine.
The other one? She was more similar to him. A predator.
Giving the teen a smile, the boy casually pet the head of the sleeping, young Amphistaff on his arm. "I figured this world would be pretty deserted, so I could let Azi run free."
With that said, the boy paused for a moment, considering the napping snake. "It appears to have had an opposite effect though," the youth noted, with a light laugh.
[member="Salaza"] | [member="Cassia Edric"]