if we sail together — joiners

[Keona.]

✯ —keona sibéal ó faoláin. female. child. ref. bio.

The gentle rocking of the waves and smell of sea-salt was more than enough to put the tiny rusty spotted cat asleep.  She mumbled quietly as her father's lilt voice touched her ears, but did not open her sightless eyes quite yet.  She did not understand why they had moved into such a small boat, and the usual mass of voices had strangely disappeared.  No shouting.  Or singing. Only waves, and birds, and the creek of wood.

Her tiny maw parted in an abrupt yawn, a soft protest squeaking out as she was lifted up.  Keona liked to think she did not need to be carried everywhere, quite pleased at standing atop her father's paws.  She knew she was not on the water anymore, the concept freezing her in place.  She had been born on the ocean, and had spent her entire - rather short - life on the waves.

Her perked ears could still hear the water. The waves washing gently ashore, just behind them.  Her mouth quickly opened in shock.  They were not even on a boat, were they?  Extremely slowly, Keona reached down to the ground, brushing the sand with a single paw before pouncing down.  What a strange feeling.  Her brows creased in confusion as she started running in circles in front of her father, paws skidding on the new substance unfamiliar to her.

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