WHO I WANT TO BE / meeting 2/16

[Keona.]

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Silent and thoughtful, the petite feline took a seat, curling her tail around her paws.  Sightless hues flickered upwards, following the sound of Goldie's voice, ears perked attentively.  Many names.  At the sound of her own she paused, blinking.  Privateer.  Quietly, the fae shifted her paws, nodding curtly in acknowledgement.  Her father's name followed after, a promotion to Striker.  Unsurprising.

Lots of work to be done, indeed, she mused, biting the inside of her cheek.  Everything's been moved around.  Burned.  Altered.  She'd just have to work hard then, pay close attention.  On the Pitt she frowned without much thought, ear flicking.  Why the Pitt?

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