bring back the melody — returning seamus + keona

[Keona.]

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

Loud.  All the voices, all the noise, did it.  The child's eyes fluttered, then opened.  The first thing she noticed was the fact she was resting inside something.  A basket?  Brows furrowed, the kitten tugged weakly on her mental connection with her uncle, sensing his nearby presence.  The other too -- she heard his accented voice mixing admist the voices.  Crewmates.  Crewmates.

The sudden realize nearly brought her up on her paws, if not for the sharpness of pain that ambushed her body.  More than a scrape or a cut; pain she was unfamiliar with, unused to with every inhale and exhale.  "D... Da?"  Nearby too.  Relief shagged her shoulders, even as she tried to find a better rhythm of breathing.  So they had gotten home.  To the ocean breeze and chatter of pirates.  To a gentler sun and jungle trees.

Still.  Too loud. She shrinks into the basket, as much as she could, small form shaking.  Like an ambush. Surrounded.  She hated it.  Eyes off.  Too loud.  Just go away.

tá mé i dtiúin — ✯