To my father, the Greenfinger of the tribe,

Can you not see the horrors inflicted by our kind upon the people of the universe?

Once we gained access to space travel we spread across the stars like weeds.

It breaks my heart to see Floran colonies leaving only chaos and destruction in their wake. But we each have a choice, we don't have to live to hunt, we can even learn to talk without hissing.

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I know you will hate me for leaving the tribe, but I want to travel around and explore the infinite universe.

I won't let others decide my future, I will forge my own future.

I'm leaving, perhaps I may never have the chance to come back to this tribe, my home.

You, and the tribe, will always be my family, to eternity, but the time have come. I'm already an adult so I must find my Warrior's Path.

I know I have been invited to participate in the Great Hunt in the Ceremonial Hunting Caverns, but I feel... I feel that my path doesn't lie there...

Goodbye, may we meet again.

Your beloved daughter,

Peri