Swaying.  The Tempest rocks always.  Wooden floors swaying in rhythm to waves beneath them.  Familiar from the time of her birth, Keona lingered often on the docked ship.  Moving, without a single thought, to the cabin next to Kian's, if only to sleep where she felt the rock of the ocean.  Surrounded by the taste of salt.

She doesn't have to do this.  She feels that deep in her soul.  Free as pirates were, it simply made sense.  A choice.  Owning her new title.  Her new position of command.  It simply made sense.  Acknowledge tradition.  Besides.  Her crewmates needed to know where to find her when they needed her.  The Dealer typically resided in the sky parlor of the Tavern.

Empty for moons.  The tiny fae checks it out first.  Quietly walking besides the wall.  Mapping.  Thinking.

She owned very little she realized as she returned to the Tempest, taking stock there.  Very little.  Dragging any of her pillows and blankets for sleep would be... Fun.  She hardly wanted to cover them in sand.  Manu the stuffed parrot would be simple.  The dagger Hushsound gave her.  Carried carefully, it should be fine as well.  Not for the first time, she felt glad all of the braille books she enjoyed reading actually belonged to Raziel, since she wasn't sure how the hell she'd push that out of her cabin.

Okay.  Keep it simple.  Trips.

Keona carefully took the hilt of the dagger Hushsound gave her.  A tiny, hand-crafted blade.  She still did not feel entirely safe with a sharp weapon.  Slowly, the new Dealer padded off the Tempest, gripping the blade almost too tightly with between her jaws and headed to the Tavern.  Only to stop.

Seas.  In close quarters, surrounded by the day-to-day noise, the feline severely doubted she'd be able to avoid bumping into someone.  A sure way to send someone to the jungle temple.  Irritably, Keona's tail began to twitch to and fro.  Maybe she should have started with one of her other belongings first.

Seas no.  The fae felt her ears perk then flick back.  Brows creasing sharply.  Her younger half-brother did not need to carry a knife.  Especially when only she was present to keep an 'eye' on him.  She frowned.  Words rested on the tip of her tongue before she realized she may have to set the knife down.  Okay.  With extreme focus and care, the Dealer rested the blade directly in front of her paws, conscious to point the tip away from herself for when she picked it up again.

"Aloha," she answered softly, her tail flicking.  "'s a knife, Roan. A crewmate named Hushsound forged it for me." Who had yet to wake up, she remembered grimly.  The last time she'd spoken to the quiet canine had been the day he'd gifted her the paw-crafted blade.  "'s still very dangerous jus' for me to carry it, so maybe we should wait until you're older." The likelihood of her words bringing disappointment made her suddenly wary.  Since her first younger half-brothers disappeared, she hardly knew what to expect.

Since she appreciated being useful, Keona decided she may as well offer him the choice to help her in another way.  "But hey, 'm tryin to get it up to the Sky Parlor, an' I don' think I can avoid everyone without a path cleared for me.  I don' really wanna poke anyone by accident." A sheepish admittance but she figured the concern was extremely valid.

Besides, if her little brother helped, the moving process would more than likely become smoother.  Keona found the thought reassuring, since she had never really tried the moving-out process before.  Slipping into the room next to Kian's had been too easy to fully experience the process.

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Roxanne hardly ever stayed in one place especially with Roan running out and about, whenever her reptiles weren't behind his tail then it was her. Of course, it wasn't like she was behind his heels no, she wasn't that overprotective over her son thankfully for the young boy. She was only out on the beach, resting in the sand starting up a few occasional talks with passing Typhooners, some went pretty well and others would just consist of the other just leaving with with a snort or something. Her mismatched gaze betrayed her when she finally decided to glance over in Roan's direction only to see that he had run up over to his half sister, Keona, who just happened to have a knife. Roxie had a set of knives back home but they were stashed away from her son since she didn't want him to end up hurting himself, she felt her fur slightly prickle hoping that Keona wasn't going to let her younger half brother hold the knife. The thought made her nervous, she rose to her paws from where she had been laying with a twitch of her whiskers. She found herself walking over towards them with a faint smile on her maw as she would speak to announce her presence to the blindfolded Dealer "Hello, you two."

She briefly shook herself off to get rid of some small bits of sand, she had only caught onto a few things from their conversation. Mainly the one where Keona needed some help in moving without stabbing someone with the paw crafted blade, a soft smile on her maw as she would find her voice once more "I'd be willing to help if needed too," It was the least she could do, fuck, she was sure her crewmates would assist her too had she been in Keona's situation.
"character's speech."

She does not know when her muscles tensed.  Tail flicking sharply to one side.  Lightly, her head sways in movement towards different voices, ears perked.  Terribly over conscious whenever eyes went to her.  Independence warring with simple practicality.  Efficiency.  She hadn't desired help with moving, just with the knife, but she had a sneaking suspicion she'd receive both.

When a muffled voice offered suggestions, Keona felt something click.  Relaxed.  Roan moved straight into action with fierce enthusiasm.  The implementation of action settled her.  "Guide the way, Roan," she encouraged lightly.  She flicked her tail at Salem, hoping he could keep her from stepping too close to Roan while following.  "We'll follow a lil' behin'."

Thoughtfully, pale hues flashed towards Roxanne, guessing where she stood.  Uncertain.  Obviously, Roxanne could probably handle the knife better than her, but... She wanted to do this.  "Mahalo.  I don' know what else there is to do.  I don' own much."  Not unfortunate, but it meant she hardly knew how to direct Roxanne if she wanted to help too.  "But I don' mind extra help."

Everything said, the petite Dealer took the handle of her blade carefully.  Everyone's combined efforts ought to keep everyone safe.  With a slow exhale through her nose, Keona took after the first steps, cautious to remain well behind Roan.  Out of everyone, he was the one she least wanted to harm on accident.  A shared sentiment, no doubt.