Wanna paint it black

Exploring the islands from east to south was an interesting task that kept Saffron busy and preoccupied, able to tolerate her solitude better as she took in the new sights and discovered places she never imagined could exist. Being born in the North and having spent her entire first year in barren lands, she hadn't been aware of how much colour bloomed from the Earth itself. Though she was not interested in plants like a healer would be, she was fascinated by the vast variety of plant-life, trees, brush, fruit-bearing plants and herbs. She just wanted to see more and more of it. Though this particular island looked bland and lacking from a distance, she was curious about the big dark clouds hanging over the island, and the haze of rain that cloaked the island in a mysterious veil.

After a difficult swim with which she struggled somewhat, she found herself under a light mist of rain and surrounded by exotic plants. It was still midday, but it seemed much later with the black clouds the blocked out the sun's rays. The scents were foreign, and the silence and stillness of the jungle were somewhat eerie. Saffron was not a fearful girl, but she also wasn't stupid. She knew when there was a potential for danger, and she didn't take risks that were not well-calculated. So for now, she merely observed the trees, squinting through the mist, wondering if there were other animals here, particularly if there were other predators. The scents were not telling, as they were not familiar to her, so she stayed on the black sand beach, pacing thoughtfully as she carefully began to explore the island's outer edge.