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[Keona.]

[div style="width: 527px; line-height: 1.4; text-align: justify; font-family: palatino; font-size: 11px;"][align=center]— blackbird singing in the dead of night, take these broken wings and learn to fly —

Keona very near jumped out of her fur, sniffling once as her head swiveled towards his voice.  She could taste salt on her tongue and tilted her head downwards, towards her paws.  "Yes," she mumbled, unsheathing and sheathing her claws restlessly.  "I didn't mean to." Of course, he probably knew that.  The fae flicked her tail.  This place was supposed to empty.  She liked it empty.

She had wanted the space, conscious she was getting it whether or not she ran off.  The hiding helped.  It limited any potential accidental interaction.  It kept them apart.  It gave her time to sort through everything on her own.  No interruptions.  Why are you here?

Keona let out a quiet string of protests, ears flattened as she found herself back on her feet.  Even then, she was small.  Small, and odds were her eyes had turned a puffy red and her nose runny, but she didn't care.  "No," who cares about the stupid dummy?  Without much thought, she aimed a sudden swipe at the endfield, claws unsheathed.  Her attack held little enthusiasm, but she knew how to aim now and she just wanted to do something with the hole in her heart.  She had wanted to be alone.  She just wanted her mother.  "I don't care about the dummy."

"I don't want two dads, I want my mom."

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