BREAK-TIME [★] BELIEVER

[Keona.]

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If I fall, get knocked down, pick myself up off the ground

When the meteor fell, the earth split and the waves rose with it.  Waves more than enough to sweep Keona and Salem off their paws.  Waves more than enough to leave the Dealer battered, shaken, but not deterred.  Little kept the tiny fae down for long.

The tavern, home to many of crewmates, including herself, needed repairs.  She knew it.  She had been organizing an effort, but with everyone hard at work around her, fixing the huts, treehouses, and everything in between, a different thought occurred to her.  She knew what overworking did.  She knew it wouldn't be good if everyone crashed, trying to pull more weight than they realized they could handle.

So, Keona set to work on a different project.  Enlisting the help of a number of common tavern-going npcs, and a surprise assistant in a young and eager Roux, the petite wildcat began assembling a small break station.  With simplicity at its key, the Dealer assembled a table almost resembling a lemonade stand. 

Water, of course, seemed to be the specialty.  Of course, with Natyli at her side, the sour scent began filling the air.  With some time, Keona began filling the cups, jars, and pitchers with ice, brows creased in intense concentration.  The last time she created ice had been some moons ago.  But this was important.  It was for the crew.

"Can we get everyone now?"

Excitement saw no bounds within the cub at her side, eagerly watching as she worked.  Keona felt her ears flick, biting her cheek for a second.  They had lined the entire table up by now, which should do more than enough, especially if they kept making drinks over time.  Okay.  She inclined her head in a short, direct nod. 

"Great! I'll spread word around!"

Keona barely blinked before the sound of scrambling paws left her ears flicking back in bemusement.  The Dealer opted to stay where she was, behind the table and simply raise her voice.  "If you need a break, come over here!"

✯ — keona sibéal ní faoláin. female. dealer of the typhoon. blind. rusty spotted cat.  ref. bio.

[roan ;]

[div style="width: 45%; text-align: justify; font-size: 12pt; letter-spacing: -1px; font-family: times new roman;"]♡ — Roan had been working nonstop ever since the meteor had fallen, mainly because he felt that he had to. After all, so many had been injured because of the massive ball of destruction in the sky, and his job was to take care of those people. It was a job he took great pride in, and certainly one that he was good at, but to say it wasn't tiring would've been a lie. Even after long naps spent at his mother's side, he would still wake up feeling disoriented and heavy, with that heaviness sticking around for most of the day. He had been powering through for the most part, but he questioned how long it was truly sustainable. Hopefully, things would start calming down soon, considering most of the urgent injuries had already been dealt with. He couldn't discount the possibility of people hiding serious injuries, however. Just the thought of someone doing that made his pelt itch, and a wave of anxiety pass over him. They might've thought they were helping, giving the sages less work, but ultimately all it did was make things worse...

Roan's head snapped up when the sound of Keona's sweet voice rang out, accompanied by the scent of none other than his sister, Natyli. Feeling fascinated and wondering what exactly this break would entail, the draconic boy decided to pad over. He had already been resting for a moment between herb hunts, so what would be the harm in indulging his curiosity? Soon enough he reached the little lemonade booth that Keona and Natyli had set up, and he found a smile coming to his face, a little chuckle leaving him. The idea was probably one of the oldest in the book, but it wasn't a bad one, especially considering it was starting to get hotter once again on their little tropical island – or archipelago now, he supposed. Although he had gotten significantly taller in the last few moons, he still had to stand up a little on his hind legs to grab one of the cups, gulping it back without much thought. The sour and sweet taste initially made him want to recoil, but he got used to it before long. Once he was done, he pulled the cup away from his slightly wet muzzle, purring, "This is a great idea, Keona... you and Natyli are lifesavers." That statement wouldn't end up being too much of a stretch, if the sage kept going on working sprees without drinking anything.
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