✯ — female. betta of the typhoon. blind. rusty spotted cat.  ref. bio.

Perhaps it was a bribe to keep her within the camp's boundaries, or perhaps it really was a decent present... Keona was not sure what to make of it exactly.  Her father and uncle told her it was a parrot.  Parrots are a kind of bird. But birds were not... Squishy like this, or she did not think so at least, nor did the texture feel like feathers.  It was a different kind of softness.

For over five minutes, the usually hyperactive betta just sat, pawing hesitantly at the foreign plush object, pushing and nudging it around with her nose.  A toy, she was told, but... Were toys supposed to be larger than her? Based off the so-far truth that most everything was often more than twice her size, the rusty spotted kitten was not entirely shocked.  Once the initial perplexation wore off, Keona, still rather tentatively, hit the soft bird a little harder, with her claws carefully sheathed.

Honestly, she did not want to ruin something her father and uncle found for her but... Tail flicking excitedly behind her, the betta dropped to a crouch, each blow on the motionless toy more confident than the last.  Finally, Keona properly pounced on the bird, finding herself quiet content to just lay on the plush, sightless sea-green eyes gleaming brightly.

Maybe she should give it a name... Plush animals needed names, right?

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✯ — female. betta of the typhoon. blind. rusty spotted cat.  ref. bio.

Keona huffed softly, tail lashing once to the side.  She rolled to the side, taking the larger plush with her, sightless hues narrowed in fierce thought.  As something came to mind, the betta grew steadily more straight-faced, until with absolute calm and certainly, decided: "Manu." Which, naturally, meant bird.

At Caesar's inquiry, the fae rolled her eyes.  "Why not?" She challenged blankly, which of course meant the betta would not accept any sort of 'reasoning'.  There was simply no stopping the tiny kitten when she began asking why's.

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✯ — female. betta of the typhoon. blind. rusty spotted cat.  ref. bio.

The betta did her best to mimic Caesar's earlier snort, clearly unimpressed with his 'reasoning' skills.  "The bay has a name... But the bay isn't alive," she pointed out simply, whiskers twitching.  "Why did we name the ship? Ship's not alive." Perhaps the striker simply did not understand names.  "Names aren't just for alive things."

"They're for things... That're special to us."

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✯ — female. betta of the typhoon. blind. rusty spotted cat.  ref. bio.

Keona's eyes sparkled, clearly pleased that her uncle was happy.  "I named 'm Manu, Uncle Sea! Do you like that name?" The betta wondered why neither her uncle or father had named the plush - they found it afterall, which gave them first dibs in her mind - but she was immensely pleased that the idea of her giving it one made her uncle happy, no doubt meaning that her father would be too.

A trace of annoyance finally flashed in her pale eyes, ears flicking back.  Admittedly, she had enjoyed arguing with the Striker, thinking it rather funny, but she was growing bored... A little angry.  "Stars've names," she snapped, tail lashing to the side.  "Why'd we give them names?"

The petite faerie huffed.  "Da and Uncle Sea gave it to me." Ergo; special.  "It'sa gift."

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