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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 —

Pirates surrounded Keona since birth.  Her first moons placed her on board her father's ship, among his rambunctious crew.  Born on the water, the tiny fae touched earth for the first time when he took her to the Typhoon, intent giving her a more stable home on land.  Stable in location at least.  Still she remembered the rocking of the boat, the waves, the music... Memories she'd hold onto.

Now she knew the jungle like the back of her paws.  Like a shadow she disappeared into the undergrowth, a flash of spots in the dappled sunlight, a pair of pale sea-green hues gleaming.  Feather-light paws carried her across the dense forest, ears perked at the sound of a voice.  Distinctly Goldie's.  Given current location, the little striker supposed the captain found someone at the gate.

With a flick of her tail, the feline popped up behind her captain, turning her useless eyes in the direction of a new scent.  No need to make any of her own inquiries.

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