11-06-2018, 02:24 PM
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The little fae ought to be lying down, perhaps in her uncle Raziel's treehouse again, surrounded by books she could not see, but she'd swear she her ribs felt good enough for her to be up more if someone asked and up and about she was nonetheless. With slow steps, granted, but with growing confidence and less pain in her pale sea-green hues. Since her return, Keona could hardly stay away from the shore, eager to taste the salt in the air, finding the bay more soothing than any amount of warm blankets and pillows and soft voice telling her the stories locked in the tombs she couldn't read. She could read, though, she knew; as soon as she learned braille.
Sitting on the shore she heard a familiar voice's call, blinking once, her ears perking. Yes, that was Goldie. A lesson? The tiny fae grit her teeth quietly and returned to her paws, following the sound. Teaching honestly scared her. The idea of so many eyes and ears on her. Not that there was much Keona had to teach anyone. One day, she supposes, she might have something she's invested in enough to want to share it like that. Once, she'd been told to conduct a lesson on moving blindly -- an odd situation for her, who didn't know how to put herself in the shoes of someone who could see, then couldn't when she'd never been able to see ever -- but that, she felt, did not count as a passion. Only something she'd done for duty's sake. Only something she'd been looked to teach because of her blindness.
So, she certainly respected Goldie for finding something to love and love enough to teach. Keona knew a bit about living above the ocean, on a boat, but not much about what went on beneath the waves. She could name every part of a ship, and explain the jobs conducted on board, but not such specifics of the creatures beneath aside from the basics; fish, dolphins, some birds could stay under for a while... Well, there was an entire world down there out of her reach, making it an adventurer's dream. "I'll listen," the little feline murmured, slowly easing into a lying position, wincing as she adjusted.
Sitting on the shore she heard a familiar voice's call, blinking once, her ears perking. Yes, that was Goldie. A lesson? The tiny fae grit her teeth quietly and returned to her paws, following the sound. Teaching honestly scared her. The idea of so many eyes and ears on her. Not that there was much Keona had to teach anyone. One day, she supposes, she might have something she's invested in enough to want to share it like that. Once, she'd been told to conduct a lesson on moving blindly -- an odd situation for her, who didn't know how to put herself in the shoes of someone who could see, then couldn't when she'd never been able to see ever -- but that, she felt, did not count as a passion. Only something she'd done for duty's sake. Only something she'd been looked to teach because of her blindness.
So, she certainly respected Goldie for finding something to love and love enough to teach. Keona knew a bit about living above the ocean, on a boat, but not much about what went on beneath the waves. She could name every part of a ship, and explain the jobs conducted on board, but not such specifics of the creatures beneath aside from the basics; fish, dolphins, some birds could stay under for a while... Well, there was an entire world down there out of her reach, making it an adventurer's dream. "I'll listen," the little feline murmured, slowly easing into a lying position, wincing as she adjusted.
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