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[Keona.]

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

Caesar was the last crewmate she wanted to talk to.  The little Striker flicked her ear, her bright expression replaced with a simple but rather direct, blank stare, based upon the location of his voice.  "His name wa Manu," she corrected in monotone, quirking an unimpressed brow.  Then, withholding a sigh, she shook her head.  "Still looking... Since big wave." She was sure, however, he'd turn up eventually. She had not mentioned the stuffed parrot's disappearance to her father or uncle - the ones who had gifted him to her - and... Well, she didn't exactly intend to if she was honest.  She wanted to handle it herself.

Of course, Caesar wouldn't know all that, and honestly, Keona would laugh if he even remotely cared.  She didn't know why he even asked about Manu in the first place.  He hadn't exactly been fond of the stuffed animal or her instance on giving it a name.  Which made him rather silly and stupid in her mind.  Of course, the fae had learned early some beings just didn't make sense.

Her head swiveled slightly as a new voice spoke besides the annoying Officer.  The Striker bounced on her paws for a second, tail swishing.  "Oh... Aloha, 'm Keona," she offered, albeit a little sheepishly.  Perhaps she really did need to be more social; at least enough where crewmates knew her name.  She was not new, so there was really no excuse there aside from her general quietness.  "Uh... Ó Faoláin," she added hastily, realizing the canine had given her a last name as well.

"I li..." The kitten liked to do quite a lot of things, really.  Keona was rather certain she only meant one or two though.  "I li following... The lil' turtles to the ocean... 'an uh- Oh, I tried climbing... A tree yesterda, but... I don thin I made it up very high.  Fun though.  'an I li playing with Manu, but li I said; he's lost." Hopefully that was enough for her.

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