✯ — female. fae. blind. druid.

It was rather unfortunate that Keona could not fool anyone of her age.  The young fae was in her mid-teens, even though she appeared perhaps as young as twelve, much to her chagrin.  The misfortune of a long life span.  The tavern was a good a place as any to pick up work, but the druid stuck out like a sore thumb, even if her pointed ears were hidden beneath the mess of wild red curls.  Her pale sea-green eyes gleamed with angry determination.

Perhaps she was half-kender, as some joked.  Wanderlust was well know to be strong in the blood of the Faoláin family however, and Keona was not exception, even if her earliest years she had been split apart from said family.  No doubt her pirate father - and uncle - were running about somewhere.  Perhaps inside even.  It took every ounce of control not to shift into some other form, but Keona knew even then she'd likely not get in.  Her best shape was that of a wolf, and they weren't going to let a wolf into a tavern.

The girl would have looked more ranger than druid, due to her simple green clothes and cloak, if not for the gnarled staff in her pale golden brown hands, and the assortment of random flowers strung about in her crazy hair.  Whether or not the plants had been placed there, or had come about on their own was up to anyone's guess; Keona did not tend to pay attention.  Instead, she trained her ears towards the tavern, leaning against the wall, resigned to just listen for rumors until she could discreetly make a move or something truly interesting happened.

And it was still early.

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