THIS IS A WARNING --- fighting poison lesson

[Keona.]

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He's a very straightforward teacher, she realizes, the tip of her tail flicking.  Her head inclined just forward, only a little, as she took in everything.  Nightshade.  She'd heard of the deadly plant before, but only in passing... Gentle warnings, and the such, though she'd never gotten close to the plant, so she had never learned it's scent.  That sounds bad.  She shuffles her paws, a stubborn glint in her eyes to soak this in and remember, even if it isn't a fun topic.

Poison sounded like a... Shady way to deal with things, and she had a feeling there was a reason her father knew so much.  He liked being in the shadows.  A true-born spy.  Her division meant for social and spy work… So she ought to know a little bit about poison, if he thinks it's important for that field, right?  With a light frown, she decided to offer up an answer to the poised question, sure she had an idea what they did.  "They make you throw up... That gets rid of the poison, yeah?"

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