Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-24416658-20151207234956/@comment-26362067-20151208010919

15-year-old Ravelyn Rouge leaped across the rooftops, her black hair flowing behind her in the wind. Sometimes, she had to use one of her weapons to get across a few big gaps, but mostly, it was no problem for her. She'd been practicing quite a lot since deciding she wanted to be the Yatagarasu alongside her father.

Wish you could see me now, the young teen thought, taking a moment to look up at the sky. I hope you're okay, Father, wherever you are. I promised to find you, and I will.

Ravelyn then shook herself out of the remembrance, making the last few leaps to where the Governer of the Pilgrims, Rowtag Achachak, and Nacoma Amadahy, both of whom Ravelyn knew somewhat-well, thanks to her few months among the Pilgrims after having been found by them sometime after the airship crash.

The reason for this meeting was because Ravelyn had eventually decided she wanted to be a Pilgrim, and this was the start of the initiation.

"Governer, Nacoma," Ravelyn dipped her head to both in greeting. "Ready when you are."