✯ — female. beta of the typhoon. blind. rusty spotted cat. ref
Fact of the matter, the Typhoon beta was fairy certain she did not have any friends, not in the true sense of the word. Friends were individuals you spent time with, who were there for you. Friends made you smile, and they were the first one you told anything and they knew you. Since joining the Typhoon with her father and leaving their old crew, she hadn't made any friends like that. Nobody knew her like that. What if nobody wanted to?
The issue nagged at her as she finally set off for the assigned room, her tiny paws treading the ground lightly, tail flicking to-and-fro. Although they did nothing for her, her sightless, sea-green eyes were flickering in a rather alert manner. She really wanted this to go well. Even if this would mean she had a friend rather far away, especially for someone was small as her, at least it meant she had one. Her partner was already here, she realized, hoping she hadn't been rude and made him wait. That certainly did not make a good first impression.
She lacked the typical confidence she retained walking across the Typhoon's beaches; her paws were not familiar with this land. She was still trying to wrap her brain around being underground. Nonetheless she made it, though she nearly tripped on the curtain before realizing one could slip through it. "Aloha," the child, though there was a faint Irish undertone in her voice, spoke her mother's language, although she did not remember her. It was nicer than just saying 'hello', in Keona's opinion. Mostly, she knew she had to get talking, so that when her partner replied she could gauge where to angle her head. Was he tall? Probably. Everybody was taller than her at the very least, but it varied often, and thus she never knew where she needed to appear to be looking.