04-07-2019, 09:38 PM
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The petite privateer could hardly believe how busy the railroad had become these days. Newcomers from all over. The tiny feline melted from the jungle undergrowth, ears perked with alert focus. Another new scent. On the little sounds, breath especially, Keona honed in on, raising her head until she felt some level of confidence on her 'eye contact'. Sea-green hues, pale with lack of sight, flickered."Aloha." Soft but not shy. A mixed accent. "Can I help you?"
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