little pistol ⋆ joining

[Keona.]

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For one who's ears meant a great deal, the sudden loud ringing of bells meant being caught off-guard.  Small paws slid slowly to a stop among the undergrowth, ears flattening against her skull.  Someone's at the gate.  The tiny feline raised her head and began following the sound, a spotted tail flicking behind her.

Keona hummed softly under her breath, ever wary and curious.  She could never trust what a stranger might bring.  Another crewmate.  An enemy.  Pale, sea-green hues flickered as she stepped into the grass.  A silent breath as she calculated the angle to incline her head.  Up.  Always up. 

"Aloha," she tried a smile.  Perhaps a tad shy-looking, though she hardly considered herself such; simply unfamiliar with the one who stood in front of her. "Can I help ya?"

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