practice [★] learn to fly

[Keona.]

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

Keona Sibéal ó Faoláin, daughter of Kian ó faoláin, neice to Séamus and Raziel ó Faoláin had, for most of her life, been the picture perfect example of a naive, curious and open-hearted child, ableit a quiet one, sensitive for the thought of judgement against her pale eyes.  An incrediably stubborn girl, even in the wake of imprisonment, there was not a lot in the world capable of deterring her spirit.  Save for countless failure and the sharp pain in her chest.

Though some may believe the injuries she suffered resulted from rough treatment in the Pitt, that was not the case.  She of course, never brought it up.  A surprise attack on the way out of the Pitt had resulted in the breaks.  The tiny faerie still remembered the metallic scent of blood in the air.  A haunting memory likely to pursue her for many nights to come.

Although it quite pained her to breath, let alone walk, the striker was up on her feet for the first time since her return.  The child had to be relatively quick to reach the bay, knowing her father and uncle would lose their minds if they spotted her before she reached her destination.  Nonetheless, Keona made a brisk, but pained, pace towards Tofu the Turtle.  There she felt the first rays of light warm her spotted fur.  Sunrise.  Good.  Still early.

Gently, she dropped a small leaf onto her paws.  The object of this journey.  Okay.  The kitten put all her focus -- often an extremely limited thing -- onto that leaf, willing it upwards.  Willing the wind to pull it up.  She thought about the salt in the air, the way the breeze carried from the ocean brushed her fur, then whistled through the jungle trees.  Oh just move, please.

Nothing.  Keona's brow furrowed sharply.  I've done this before. Granted, only one time.  In the heat of the moment.  In a defensive position.  I don't get it.  She tried imaging the rush of winds.  The taste of bitter sand in the air.  Blasted heat.

Nothing.

Come on.  The leaf shifted.  Bounced a little.  No higher than a few inches.  Floated straight down to her paws like a feather.  "Téigh ar aghaidh!"

tá mé i dtiúin — ✯

[CAESAR CIPHER.]

YOU'RE ATTEMPTING TO BORE ME !

CAESAR CIPHER. MALE. THE TYPHOON. OFFICER.

Although Caesar knew of Keona's capture, the feline didn't quite care for the younger girl's well-being. Ever since the two had met, Keona was like a thorn in Caesar's side, constantly getting on his nerves. And the way she almost depended on her family defending and protecting were was disgusting to him and he hated how close she was to her family. Or perhaps he was envious; after all, he no longer was close to his family as he once was. However, he would never admit to being envious and would insist that he simply hated how Keona relied on others to protect her, especially her family. Even with her disability, she should be able to take care of herself.

Keona was indeed a stubborn girl and often went out of her way to refuse to do whatever Caesar told her. At least, that what it seemed to him, anyway. The she-cat was annoying to him and he was honestly sort of relieved to hear about her capture. Maybe they'll kill her. He had thought multiple times. And the rest of her damned family. But of course, that unfortunately didn't happen and Caesar gritted his teeth upon hearing about Keona's return. He had hoped she had been killed by the group of ruffians and to hear that she was alive and seemingly well was highly disappointing. But at least she sustained some injuries, right?

It was normal for Caesar to be up at sunrise, considering he didn't sleep at all very often. The demon often paced about at the beach, wanting to clear his head of things, and was making his way over towards the area when he spotted Keona from a distance. Huffing a bit, the Officer decided to approach the young Striker, trying to force himself not to curl his lips in disgust as he made his way over. "The hell are you doing?" His tone was rough and harsh, although this definitely wasn't out of the ordinary, especially not when he was talking to the Faolain family.

#psychosocial.

[Keona.]

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

Feelings of ire ran mutual between the young faerie and dream demon.  From the moment they met, really.  She found Caesar to be an annoyance; a bully, a bossy arrogant fool.  If Valkyr earned any thanks for deciding to snatch her away, it'd be for seperating her from the demon.  'The hell are you doing?' Just her luck.  The kitten's brows furrowed deeper.

At some point, Keona had decided Caesar was best left ignored in most cases.  Of course, she figured that'd just flare his temper more.  Iontach.  "Practicing," the striker answered, her sightless hues icy as her voice.  That said, she immediately blocked his presence out of her mind for the time being, though she put some of the irritation and anger into her next attempt.  The reason she hated Caesar was simple; she felt like he looked down on her.

The leaf got above her head before floating back down.  Well.  That was something.  Not good enough. Through it all, she did not notice how her paws had begun accumulating a thin layer of ice, spreading up her spotted fur.  "I can move air." Statement.  Matter-of-fact.  Keona cared little for boasting after all, though perhaps some pride did swell in her chest.  She could actually harness something.

She recalled Caesar had his own elemental abilities to match his fiery temper.  If the elements fit the personality, she wasn't sure why she could manipulate the wind.  Free-spirit?  Maybe.  Honestly, she'd rather start rainstorms or crack the earth.  Wind frightened her, especially when she was high up or when it was too strong for someone of her tiny stature.

"Not working well right now."  Not as well as last time.  It'd roared last time.  Gusted.  This wouldn't do the way it was now.  Her father could move waves and even start storms -- a vague memory, but she was sure of it -- while her uncle could cast down electricity.  She had to match them.  Prove herself.  Blind, not weak. Got captured, but not weak.  I learned.

tá mé i dtiúin — ✯

[CAESAR CIPHER.]

YOU'RE ATTEMPTING TO BORE ME !

CAESAR CIPHER. MALE. THE TYPHOON. OFFICER.

Being ignored would indeed only flare up Caesar's unpredictable temper, as he believed he deserved some sort of attention. Even if said attention was disgust or hatred; to him, it was at least something. Caesar's left ear flicked at Keona's answer, seemingly unimpressed by her statements. He watched as the leaf floated about with disinterest, finding the ability to manipulate the air useless. His sister had the ability to control air and water at some point and Caesar found both of them to be boring to a certain extent. Controlling water was at least something, he supposed, but definitely not as fun as watching flames burn down villages or make lightning strike your foes.

"So you can move air, so what?" Caesar finally spoke, snorting as he did so. Of course he wouldn't find powers unusual, he was born with them. While he was unsure if his elemental abilities tied to his personality, it was possible it may seem that way. After all, his attitude was just as easily started as a flame could be and almost as unpredictable as electricity. "What's so special about that, hm?" He found the power useless, not at all caring about what damage could possibly be done with such ability.

#psychosocial.

[raziel]

"From what I hear from my brother," the direwolf began as he padded over, trying not to look too disgruntled at seeing the girl had snuck out, "she can cause quite a storm."  A surprise, he'd heard, was found in Keona's ability to manipulate the air.  Mental manipulation however... Not a shocking discovery, made by her and his brother.  Every one of their clan seemed to inherit some sort of mental ability, whether clairvoyant senses or the power to mess with the mind.

"Sent a tornado after the Pittian who'd tried blocking their way out." Raziel doubted this savannah cared.  The faerie held no interest in the demon's opinion since he'd been so rude to his own daughter, Suvi for not speaking when she never had once before.  The massive canine inclined his head, curiously noting her paws.  Inherited something of Kian's hydrokinetic tendencies, then... Does she even notice?

"Don't look so disappointed, Keo," he offered gently, offering a small smile.  "Takes practice.  You were in a tight spot when your abilities surfaced so dramatically, a life or death, fight or flight situation, but now you're not." He paused, creasing his own brows.  "Please don't go looking for trouble on purpose though." Seriously.

After a moment, he coughed. "And please do not freeze your paws, a leanbh.  Unless you know it has no negative effect." The wolf felt uncertain on that matter if he was honest; water was Kian's element.

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[CAESAR CIPHER.]

YOU'RE ATTEMPTING TO BORE ME !

CAESAR CIPHER. MALE. THE TYPHOON. OFFICER.

"A storm can only destroy so much." Caesar responded to Raziel as the male came over, his black gaze flickering over to him. "If something is not destroyed completely, it will return." Perhaps he could be hinting at something here. When he spoke this last sentence, his words became long and drawn own, as if he was thinking about something. The last storm that happened here was the tsunami and The Typhoon had survived, although they had to rebuild most things. On the other hand, however, the flames that destroyed his Home Dimension were permanent. If he had done any other power, there was a possibility of people surviving and he being wiped from existence.

Caesar shook his head, trying to act like he hadn't gotten lost in his thoughts. "If she wants to control them properly," He huffed. "Then the easiest thing is to just do and not think about it."

#psychosocial.

[Masie]

Powers were something that until right now, Masie had only encountered in a negative manner, as in getting burned by Baku when all she wanted to do was comfort him. Thus, when her wandering found the other child practicing controlling air, seeing something that made no sense with the laws of the world which she had currently learned? She had been understandably uneager to emerge from her hiding spot in the foliage, someone else could get harmed by those strange things this time! Only, the longer she watched the more it seemed harmless as if there was nothing dangerous about it, which made no sense cause she knew powers or whatever some other animals had inside of them that affected other things, was dangerous.

With wide eyes and her head held low, Masie emerged from her hiding spot in the bushes, tilting her head as she neared Keona playing with the leaf. "What?" arms held to her chest she leaned back slightly when she got close, looking between the little fae and the leaf several times, optics taking note of the weird substance on her paws.

[Keona.]

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

A sharp retort bubbled in her throat, clearly irked that the demon sounded so bored.  Her uncle interrupted her thoughts, reminding her that she had indeed caused a tornado, a fact, she realized, he must've received from his younger brother, Séamus.  Likely, he told her father too.  Well.  That was all good and well, though she'd have liked to have more control before the whole family knew about all their discoveries.  That way she could show them just what she was capable of.  Actions not words.

She could fight now too.  At least... Better now than before.

Her tail flicked, absently.  Keona wouldn't mind sending a tornado straight through the Pitt's fortress.  They deserved it.  Even if they did rebuild, she'd like to at least cast down some justice.  This thought she keeps to herself as she tilts her head upward, listening to Raziel quietly.  Fight or flight response.  Although meant to be reassuring, she felt a little down, and Caesar did little to encourage either.  Not think?

She frowned, a question on her tongue but soon found herself bemused by her uncle's next remark.  "Ní thuigim, uncail," she murmured quietly, even though she had began to feel the creeping cold crawling up her fur.  The leaf fluttered back into the air as she lifted up a paw, aware that another had emerged from the feeling of more eyes on her fur.  "... Do you think it does?" A wary question.

Rain.  Hadn't uncle Séamus told her to think of rain?  "Can I make it rain?"  I'd like that.

tá mé i dtiúin — ✯

[CAESAR CIPHER.]

YOU'RE ATTEMPTING TO BORE ME !

CAESAR CIPHER. MALE. THE TYPHOON. OFFICER.

Caesar's gaze briefly flickered to Masie as she appeared, his tail tip flicking before he turned his attention back to Keona. Once again, his ears twitched as she spoke, although he couldn't understand what she said at first. "Can't understand ya if you mumble and talk in your dumbass language." At least he had the decency to speak English when he could just speak in the cipher he was named after.

#psychosocial.