Mirabelle could not put into words what, exactly, had compelled her to travel to this particular place where the ocean stretched endlessly on while tremendous islands floated, looming, high above her head. Endless... waters continuing on for what seemed like forever past the visible horizon where stark line of sapphire met stunning azure skies. Something in that concept lit a fire within her chest, the excitement behind unknown realms yet to be seen by her eyes or explored by her mind a feeling which filled her to the brim. She had always been one for adventure, taking in as much of the existing world around her in an endeavour to learn what may try to hide from her in every possible nook and cranny. Settling down had never particularly crossed her mind before. Not that she did not want to stop and smell the flowers somewhere nice but it was simply just that she scarcely formed any connections with those who she happened to come across. This was going to be different, however. She would make sure of it.
But, the first step seemed to be the hardest step: trying to get someone else's attention.
She could not quite place how long she had bene wandering along the shoreline, feeling the way the wet sand gave way slightly beneath her paws as she paced back and forth. From what she had found, there was an assortment of different boats which happened to be the sole method of transportation for a wingless creature such as herself between where she currently stood and where she intended to travel to. Careful seaweed eyes follow along as one of the empty sea vessels descends to touch down on the seafront where she lingered. "How fascinating," she breathes, sotto voce, and is suddenly swept away in the strong desire to just toss herself into one of the boats and see where it would take her. God knows whether they would all take her to the same destination but by this point, anything was better than waiting around for elysians who may never even arrive. Enough time had passed without someone travelling down and finding her so she figured that perhaps she was the one who needed to meet them up there. Exciting. It was exciting.
Dangerous as it may be, she leans over the edge as the boat ascends, eyes as wide as full moons as the ground she had previously placed her paws firmly upon got further and further away. It doesn't take as long as she had expected and before long, the vessel is docking itself on firm land again and Mira is jumping rather gracefully out in one fluid motion. First thing of note that comes to her is that here seems to be more boats up here, presumably for the members of the group if they needed to get back down which made sense. For some reason, which others might find odd as she was one that had never really gotten involved directly in the groups of Agrelos before, there was nothing about this entire situation which came across as concerning to her. Floating islands and magic boats, they were all such entirely bizarre occurrences and still, Belle hardly even batted an eyelid as though 'magic' was something she was so well acquainted with that she might as well call it family. Though, perhaps the distortion of reality was a more apt way to describe her perception of things. Not that it really mattered.
"Hello?" Mirabelle calls out once she turns to face the mountainous terrain, voice like birdsong as she cautiously announces her presence to empty air, "I'm Mirabelle. Sorry if I'm not supposed to be up here yet. I wasn't actually sure whether I had to wait down there or come up here." Feeling a little silly as she's not sure whether she's talking to herself or not, the lithe tabby closes her mouth and sits herself down with a flick of her forked tail, not wanting to dive headfirst into uncharted lands and risk getting yelled at for trespassing.