weekly tasks 2.3 - 2.9 [★] KEEP YOUR SILVER

[Keona.]

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A first time for everything.  The petite striker felt an ear flick, paws tingling with an antsy, itchy energy as she settled where everyone would hear her.  Pale sea-green hues shimmered with an almost deadly sort of calm, the sort that surrounded one in the eye of a storm.  Eyes and ears on her not a... Preferred experience but necessary in this matter.  An act of productiveness drawn by restlessness.

"Come 'ere for weekly tasks!"

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

[AXCIO]

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/ˌvälənˈtir/
Verb

1. Shaky steps comes forth gentle and polite from Axcio, as it moves towards Keona, attention does it give it all to her when it highly desires to do more than exploring and cleaning with eager paws and tensed muscles, despite how easy it falls.

2. Task, task, task. For the Typhoon in particular, it wants to fall.

3. "Aloha, Keona," Axcio greets, recalling the word she had greeted it with in their first interaction few days ago. Once a specific trait from one becomes attached to its celestial mind, it ever burns, and with Keona, it sees greatness in her.

4. It sits before the other with its head tilts slightly. Soft lips curls into a small smile. Eyes twinkling. Pads strikes against each other a few times. A gesture of excitement. Youth sings each note of its heartbeat. Its heart is warm. A thing that is rarely experienced.

5. "I will take one, please and thank you."

[Keona.]

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Familiar new voice.  Her head lightly inclines towards their location, ears perking attentively.  Shy, uncertain smile.  Maybe this ordeal -- not her best idea.  Axcio is relatively new... Something good for that... Lightly, teeth catch on the inside of an oft-bitten cheek.

"Aloha." The word always made her feel lighter.  Fun in hello.  Think of at least something.  "Axcio, host a get-to-know-you game or activity.  Whatever kind you like." The petite feline, a somewhat antisocial creature, felt unsure but given the circumstances, it felt right enough.  A chance for him to introduce himself to everyone and for everyone to better know each other.

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