into the open air — private

[Keona.]

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

Hard to say what did the girl in.  The exhaustion.  The sudden ambush by Argus.  Despite the pain of every breath, she'd dropped like a log at the end of it all.  The smell of blood haunted her fitful sleep however, and the kitten's every breath came out shallow.  The sound of voices talking brought her back to consciousness, though it was unlike to last.

Everything ached.  Her muscles burned and every rise and fall of her chest brought nothing but pain.  The phantom pains of her uncle's injuries plagued her as well as did the metallic scent of his blood.  Her ears perked in curiosity.  Not another threat... No.  "... D-da?"

Could it really be?  Didn't make a lot of sense to her.  Her da was supposed to be at the Typhoon, right?  Unless he came to rescue me.  The faerie had long since accepted it was down to her and her uncle after the raid.  What could her father do against an entire clan?  Of course... Hadn't she and Séamus gone against them in a way? Granted, very sneakily in the night.  They'd still been forced to deal with two.

Even so, the way everything hurt... Wasn't their doing.

Her ears flicked back, her pale sea-green hues luminous with all of the anxiety, pain and exhaustion that came with their flight from the Pitt.  Not far enough away yet... We need to go farther...

"... Baile?" I don't want to be here anymore.

tá mé i dtiúin — ✯