Location: On route to Mukilteo via Whibdey Island (Washington state) Date: Thanksgiving Break Status: @raph-peruggia
This was home. Maybe. Sort of. It was a home, one of many Octavia claimed as her life was built on being shipped from place to place. MIlitary brats had many homes, ranking them from best to worst. For Octavia, Whibdey Island was close to the top of most important. She found her first enemies in the states. People who would be furious to hear of her return. At least the island was hours away from Walla, Walla allowing her to avoid the past and focus on the here and now.
At least this gave her time apart from the Foxes and the mind-numbing practices. A reprieve from butting heads that was short-lived. Now she could wake up on her time and go to bed on her time. But Octavia couldn’t forget that one Fox did tag along with her for a Dawson Thanksgiving. She didn’t hide her surprise when Raph accepted her parents’ offering of coming home with her to celebrate good ole fashion food courtesy of family recipes from both sides.
Now she had a buffer between herself and her parents. A buffer who was getting major points just for being more put together than most of her friends. “I know I said it on the plane and when we got in the taxi and also on the ferry going to the island, but once again and hopefully last time...welcome to Washington!” Hands high and fingers wiggling, Octavia showcased the state the best way she knew how. “We’re close to Mukilteo. It’s quite the spot. Small, but not too small so it’s just perfect for us to try out some pickpocketing. Plus you gotta love the ocean air or sea air. You can pick whatever term you like.”