Abigail Hughes
Abigail's parents had never been exactly prone to encouraging their young daughter to enjoy time spent in front of the TV. They had, in fact, never owned a TV, at least in their home overseas where her entire life up to this point had been spent. She had never really considered it greatly, however, after all, no one else in their village had a TV either. As a child, she'd spent much of her time outside or helping her mother. The forest just outside of her village had been the epicenter of most of her childhood play, resulting in a great many ventures chasing butterflies and other peculiar creatures under her parent's ever watchful eyes. Those winged bugs were the epitome of nostalgia for her, the very mention of them coaxed a bubbling excitement within the young woman now that her whole TV crisis was averted - or at least, there was a plan to remedy her confusion of that giant screen with very loud static. She had tried to press the buttons on its black beveled surface. Tried and given up when the noise had been less than pleasant to her ears. It was, she decided, much better to spend her time within the forest and that brought the little panda entirely full circle -- to now.
She was ECSTATIC that Malia was equally as game to that chase - the girl only proceeding to assure her of her pouncing capabilities. Oh, how great it would have been to find another were to sneak up and get! It was a wonderfully delightful idea, even if Abigail herself had few friends who might enjoy such antics. The little panda was hardly ignorant to the way Malia's own eyes seemed to widen in delight of this idea, the woman equally on board with this plan.
She lept quite abruptly towards the ground, her previous fears near forgotten in that glee that came with butterfly hunting with a new found friend. Malia's inquiry of flowers, however, saw her pause in that whirlwind of excitement. She had, admittedly, not explored the full depths of that forest yet.