butterflies [★] welcome aboard

[Keona.]

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

Keona's ear flicked.  These voices were only somewhat familiar at best, but they smelled of Typhoon at least, marking them as crewmates.  They sounded young too, closer to her age than most others she knew.  The fae opened her pale eyes, not moving her head as she listened to the two each speak.  She would nod in affirmation but was frightened she might startle the winged insect resting on her head.

"I don mind them," she murmured, pushing back to the urge to shrug.  Keona preferred them almost, as companions; they were nothing but quiet, and did not judge her or if they did, she never had to worry about feeling their eyes or hearing such words.  Her worries were... A bit farfetched of course; most of her crewmates did not seem to think ill of her whatsoever, but she was self-conscious nonetheless.

She frowned briefly.  "How many... Kinds are there?" She inquired softly, honestly a little daunted.  Keona could not see the differences between the insects, and thus had no clue there might be many kinds of butterflies.  A butterfly was just a butterfly to her.

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