open, super au [✯] HE'S A FRIEND FROM WORK

[Keona.]

✯ — female. striker of the typhoon. blind. rusty spotted cat.  ref. bio.

Days that start off normal and quiet typically don't stay that way.  That said, little Keona ó Faoláin looked, by all accounts, completely care-free.  Why shouldn't she?  The child sat, upside down of all ways, on the monkey bars of a presently vacant playground.  This early in the morning, the park was rather empty.  No doubt that the girl's father was around, ensuring their overactive german shepherd was getting some exercise by playing catch or just running about in the grassy field beside the playground.

Keona had earphones plugged in, with her phone safely tucked in her blue jeans.  Her - supposedly 'absolutely adorable' - sailor sun hat had fallen to the ground.  Her father, when he was not saving the city from some villain or disaster, had a habit of dressing her up in themes, but they always circled back to country pride - they were proud Irishmen after all, even if she was half Hawaiian - or the ocean.  Her blue and white striped shirt gave that away easily.  To be honest, Keona didn't care so much about whether or not she was 'cute'; not like she could look in a mirror anyway.

The blind girl hummed softly, long, messy curls swaying in the wind.  Albeit young, it was already clear Keona was a "super"-in-the-making.  She came from a family of them after all, and already exhibited signs of a power.  She was an empath, of all things.  Something that made up for her lack of sight sometimes; she always knew when someone was nearby.  Any sentient creature really.  She could almost always detect a nearby mind's presence, and tell the difference if it was human or animal.  Dogs were the easiest.

Thus, a child no older than eight, was actively aware of the super-powered world, if not with just a little naivety.  Despite knowing full well she came from a family of superheroes - and one supervillain - Keona had little more caution than any other child her age.  She did not know the names or presences of many other supers, and didn't even pay them mind most days.

She did however, know full well, that at any time of the day something could happen and her father would zoom away to be the hero, leaving her with Tara or a nanny even.  She hated that sometimes.  She would never ask to be normal, not when she was from a wealthy family, and not to mention blind, but she could at least ask to keep her father around, couldn't she?

It was just inconveniencing really.

Well, it was still early; more than a full day for potential trouble awaiting.  Blissfully ignoring - or perhaps even unaware of that fact - the super-powered girl continued listening to her music, singing along without much thought - with a well-rehearsed, if not a tad quiet voice - to Aloha Oe, followed by an enthusiastic rendition of Coco's Un Poco Loco.  Even the super-powered children of wealthy superheroes liked some Disney and Pixar.

Her surroundings just didn't really matter at this point.  Though an absent thought lingered in the depths of her mind; what if something did happen while they were out? They were alone at the moment.  No backup.  No nannies.  The rest of brain focused on remembering each word of the fun, fast-paced song.

code by spacexual