SUMMER SKIN / sailing

[Keona.]

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The open sea, salt in the wind... The gentle sway as wood rocked beneath tiny paws.  The constant murmur of voices and clatter of instruments every day.  Oft days passed where thoughts of confusion and regret took over, the urge to ask why her father had decided to say goodbye to his crew.  Gave up life on the sea to join a whole new band of pirates.  Moons had passed and passed since then.  The memories began to fade, but she still held onto them everytime her paws grazed over the wooden floors of the Tempest.

Light crease of brow and soft exhale... The tiny feline made her way towards the shore.  Spotted ears perked lightly, following the sounds of each rocking vessel.  She choose a small one, stepping onto the sailboat with comfort.  Almost unconsciously, she tugged on her connection to [member=1792]ikaia[/member] who, like herself and her father, had arrived to the Typhoon by sea.  He knew how to sail.

A sense of peace rested in the child, at ease above the waves.  Her paws shifted beneath her, restless.  Pale hues flickered, meager attempts of patience as she sat, tail curling neatly around her small form.  Useless eyes.

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