It had been an explosion, it had been heart wrenching, it had been fire versus fire. Ending with a haste packing of all her items into the sled, tightly securing her entire life into leather wrapped bundles and marching away brisoled. Days after, she still was stewing, steaming, with anger and frustration. Pandora had been wrong, so ahd Brielle, but she would never admit that.

And so they parted ways, for who knew how long... Forever? Her heart had begun to feel the brunt of the split, Pan had been her childhood sweetheart after all. Her voice of reason, her biggest fan and the only one who really understood everything she'd gone through. Though maybe, that was their issue. Too much history, rough history.

A huge eye-roll as Brielle drug her sled of items along behind her. Having at some point stopped and made a more comfortable harness the fit under her arms and across her chest to tug it along. When she paused for a break, she didn't shrug it off, only plopping her fine ass down, and tugging some jerky from the saddle bags she often wore. Chewing the salty meat dryly.

This was fine, things would be fine.

As her confidence grew, so did her curiosity. Tiny paws danced across the tribal lands, moving the tiny Aviari towards the cliffsides. Pearle had been taught the way a time or two but she wasn’t very sure yet and felt the need to go and practice from her memory (after alerting a friend where she was going in case she didn’t return in a timely manner). Not that she ever thought she’d need to know why or how to leave the tribal lands, it was just always appropriate to be well versed in all knowledges. Especially if she was ever to be a Dove or a Turul, she would need to know everything about Syn Cardrys in and out.

So, when she found the mouth of the tendrils, Pearle took in a deep breath and then moved into the cave system. Pacing herself, taking slow deliberate steps, bright blue eyes narrowing in the dim light. Stopping gently at each turn, deliberating with great consideration before picking a turn one way or the other—occasionally followed by her realizing that wasn’t right and turning back to pick the other fork. One might think her nerves would be alive with fear and fury, but they were silent, droned out by the working hum of the gears turning in her brain. Peep was focused, driven, she knew that she knew the way and she had faith in her abilities to lead herself. No chill of worry would creep up on her here, at least not yet, given she didn’t get herself hopelessly lost or drowned in the waters.

But she didn’t, just as she knew she wouldn’t. The outside light would meet her eyes, and the tiny Crystalline would practically dance her way out of the caves to look out at the mangrove forest ahead. The Sparrow beamed with pride, having successfully found her way through the caves to the outside. Pearle was just about to turn around when she heard an odd noise and edged forward cautiously to inspect it. She didn’t have to travel far before a strange sight came up in the landscape. An outsider… With some sort of sled or wagon? Fear rose in her throat just a little bit, being outside of the safety of the tribal lands near a stranger. But… but her Gods would protect her wouldn’t they? Should she test them? Something in her said not to but it was overridden when the sparkling of a necklace caught her like a moth to the flame.

It’s colors glimmered like her opalescent feathers, she wanted it. For a moment she would pause and compose herself before fluffing her feathers up brilliantly and then strut magnificently towards the strange woman. Like a model on a catwalk, she moved with intention and allure, hoping the strange woman would take in her stunning beauty before stopping a few cautious feet away. She might be gaining confidence but she certainly wasn’t a fool for it. ”Fantastic… You’ve got the loveliest necklace I think I’ve ever seen, Ma’am! Did you make it yourself??” The young Sparrow would cock her head gently before an ‘oh yeah!’ expression would appear on her face,

”I apologize, I’ve forgotten my manners! I’m Pearle.” her voice as delicate and dreamy as ever. ”What are you doing here? If you’re seeking a new home I can summon a Lark for you Miss --?” If Brielle confirmed, Pearle would let out a trilling bark call to summon a Lark to the pair.

Of course someone as beautiful as herself wouldn't be alone for long, one seemingly young wolf... No... a hellion? Whatever she was, she was on the scene looking fairly pleased with herself for whatever reason. "Hellllo~ Come along then, you can look closer." Brielle smirked, waving a paw to her chest, offering the girl a better look at the crown-turned-necklace she was admiring.

Yes, even here, it was clear their beauty standards were high. ”Fantastic… You’ve got the loveliest necklace I think I’ve ever seen, Ma’am! Did you make it yourself?? I apologize, I’ve forgotten my manners! I’m Pearle.” her voice as delicate and dreamy as ever. ”What are you doing here? If you’re seeking a new home I can summon a Lark for you Miss --?” A nod as she stowed the jerky she'd been feasting on, finishing the second mouthful of salty meat she'd taken. Though, paused to offer some to the stranger before she did so.

"Mhmm, I did, thank you. I'm Brielle." She'd respond just as another came onto the scene, eyes scanning the older female up and down. Also, feathered. Must be a trend around here? Were those real or... just woven into their fur? It was a difficult guess, especially when you came from a place where one of your students had been a hellion.

““No need—Pearle. Do you seek a new home? You must have traveled quite the distance. Or are you here to make a deal?” Her own beautiful eyes shifted backward to her sled, and she burst out in a short laugh. "Nah. My things aren't for sale." A short response to match this defensive stance suddenly taken.

A paw moved up to her chin thoughtfully. She hadn't been seeking a new home, but after everything... Pandora would easily be able to track Brielle if she desired, the foxy girl had always been talented like that... Her chest throbbed and the Captain's smile grew "Hmn, well, why not. Sure, lookin' for a new home. If you see me a suitable I suppose, I have a pretty resume... Trade for your name." What'll it be?

Jerky? It sounded good but she felt a slight bit of apprehension at taking food from an outsider, so she’d play the pretend curious, lowering her head to peek at it but her legs did not move her forward. Instead, she was blessed with a welcomed distraction.

Another appeared moments after she had offered to call for a Lark and the Sparrow’s eyes narrowed curiously but she smiled politely to Avalon. Pearle wasn’t wildly familiar with the Larks so she wasn’t sure that Avalon was or wasn’t, but that was of little consequence to her. If the Sanguine was fibbing, at least the Crystalline had been charming and honest. So, she just batted her blue eyes at Avalon before turning her eyes back to Brielle and her treasures. It was a shame though because this Sanguine didn’t seem to have any tact! and was immediately quite rude. The Crystalline let a visible sigh and looked apologetically at Brielle.

Sanguines.

But the outsider seemed to take it in good stride, simply laughing off the ridiculousness of the Lark and responding in kind. The Sparrow felt a sudden burst of excitement when the pretty outsider said she was looking for a home. Pearle liked her bargaining style, she’d have to remember that for the future…. For now though she simply looked over to Avalon and perked a brow as if to say “well get to it”. The Sparrow would allow Avalon to answer or ask whatever she felt necessary before the Crystalline would add, ”What sorts of other wares do you make Miss Brielle? Any you wouldn’t mind trading for a cup of tea,” and some company ”if you’re welcomed in?”

There was an odd tension between the two packmates, Brie took note of it, brilliant eyes flickering between them. Was there history here? Little did she know that the history of this pack was drenched in bad blood, they weren't connected how Tortuga had been. This would be a learning experience.

”What sorts of other wares do you make Miss Brielle? Any you wouldn’t mind trading for a cup of tea, if you’re welcomed in?” Tea? Hmm, now what the hell what tea? She'd experienced the cool refreshing drinks Cider concocted, and the alcohol they'd created back home... but tea? Assuming it was a beverage, she smiled at the offer. "Can't say I've heard of tea, but I appreciate the offer to try somethin' new." A wink to the iridescent girl, perhaps she's show her what rum was.

“Avalon. So what of these suitable skills of yours, then? Why should I consider you to join us?”

Brie shuffled to get herself more comfortable under the straps of the sled, addressing them both now. "Mm that's a lovely name, Avalon. I'm a crafter. Or trader. I can create anything." Taking her time on the name, it was a sweet sound. A warm glance given to her first, then to Pearle.

She'd continue nonchalantly, shifting to show her saddle bags to the pair "I make leather, which can be made into bag or whatever the hell jewelry requested. I've made every item I'm wearing, save for a few... Heirlooms." She'd word carefully, golden bangle around her tail coming to mind.

She'd shift again to show tattoos and flick her ears to draw attention to the piercings "I can pierce, I tattoo. I can make knives, glass, and have a few theories on heated stone." But her ideas weren't for you to hear before they were tested out."Plus, I'm quick witted, and I work damn hard. I came from nothin' and became the best."

She'd grin, eyes narrowing on Avalon. I am the best, and what are you? (In dire need of a good time, which Brie could show her. Obviously) “If those items are not for sale, what are they for? Why do you have them?” Another smirk, glancing over at her items proudly, scarred paw pads pressing into her puffed chest. "Who would I be, to abandon good wares that could be of use to me somewhere new."

Eyes glinted back to Pearle to assess her response, and to assure her that Brie was indeed paying attention to them both despite Avalon's attitude. "... And what is this place. Why would it benefit me, has ta go both ways." Why is this place deserving of a Pirate Queen, who knew so much of the world, and knew exactly what packs could bring... and destroy.

They didn't need to know her past... Not yet.

   "Tea, for fuck's sake..." he mutters, making his way down from the canopy. "Look, lady, we got a lot more than tea." Finally on the ground, he takes note of the names (although withholding his own), and listens to her pitch. He's already decided she's in, and he's got a couple commissions coming to mind when Avalon opens her mouth.

   “If those items are not for sale, what are they for? Why do you have them?”

   Lor looks her over, noting how she's not decked out, and decides the gods are incredibly cruel for making someone that pretty so stupid. "What, like you've never picked up a shiny rock?" Sharp eyes narrow on the Sanguine, one brow coming up as he belatedly remembers she never explicitly said she was a Lark, leaving it implied. Lorcan's out here more than Aine herself; he knows she's not a goddamn Lark. She probably knows he's figured out by now-- but he doesn't bring it up. Not in the current crowd, anyway.

   "... And what is this place. Why would it benefit me, has ta go both ways."

   This is when he butts his nose in where it's not wanted, but warranted, for once. "Outsiders call it El Dorado. We've got the scenery, a society, resources, and an entire rank dedicated to collecting them." A rank he'd be in, if the hellhound in charge weren't so insufferable. (A lie he'll keep telling himself.) "Not to mention the market. You into crafting and trading? There's no better place but here."

   Say what you like; he can sure sell the place. She's obviously got the chops, and skill like that is taught-- so she should be teaching theirs. Besides, they're low on rogues, and the pack needs new, good blood to keep it from going the way of his own inbred parents. He'd make a pass, if she weren't so damn intimidating.

Someone new showed up, her dazzling eyes glinting down toward him as she slowly took him in. "Tea, for fuck's sake... Look, lady, we got a lot more than tea." OH attitude, amusement leaps to her face, head tilting as he made his presence known.

For now Brie sat back and watched the exchange between the trio, the spice in Avalon was exciting, and an understanding nod given to Pearle as she glanced to her lovely self in explanation about the tea. Maybe it was fake, maybe it wasn't, but it probably was... But she could tell already in a place like this you needed friends.

Unfortunately, Avalon stormed off after some softer words to Brie, and Brielle watched her go with a nagging in the back of her mind. Such a pretty girl, her oranges and deep pelt was eye catching, more so now that it was wandering away. She could see the benefit of befriending each of these folks.

”The best? How exactly does one do that, Miss Brielle?”

"Outsiders call it El Dorado. We've got the scenery, a society, resources, and an entire rank dedicated to collecting them. Not to mention the market. You into crafting and trading? There's no better place but here."

Flashy smile popped back up when the attention turned back to where it belonged, addressing Pearle first "I suppose it's a long story, you show me your tea, and I could share such a lengthy story with you." Pride shone in her face, she could tell it now. Oh she would have no issues telling it now, but would people really allow in a Queen without her kingdom?

"Well, I think El Dorado would suit me, if you think I suit El Dorado." Murmured to the pair, eyebrows raised "Could you lead the way, my new friends?" If they were letting her follow in, she'd buckle the sled's harness under her arms, shuffled her saddle bags into something more comfortable, and get to her feet. Waiting for her escorts.

Packs don't accept Brielle, Brielle accepts packs.