03-31-2019, 07:57 PM
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Scent of books and dust and almost like petrichor. Uncle. The feline's tail tip twitched, head inclining softly in Raziel's direction. Today's shadow. A kindly, quiet shadow that towered well over most. Then the sea, already answering questions. Goldie. Keona's tiny shoulders rolled back, loose, absent. An only slight atypical occurrence then. An arrival by sea searching for... Family, she assumes, but the very uncle behind her had explained once that 'Father' was also a title.Ye ol' Jamison. Not a single bell tolled for the name spoken. The privateer hummed softly, head swiveling back towards Idyllfields. Did Uncail wait for another ship to take him back to his children? It seemed to her he'd accepted a place here, though, of course one of her cousins had arrived by sea herself to join him unintentionally, crashed and confused and lost from a voyage she'd not asked to be placed on. Things could be worse for this unfortunate traveler then, she supposed. As such, she threw a cautionary glance at Goldie before speaking.
"You're welcome to stay, long as ya want." Do ships come here often? Keona had been born on the sea, started her life surrounded by her father's crew, but she knew little of common ports. Nothing of Crete. But she'd been so young then, perhaps she just didn't remember. She came to the Typhoon so early on. Oh well.
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