CLOSE TO ME --- keona

[Keona.]

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The apprehension in the air was enough to make her paws shuffle.  Ears flicked back subconsciously, her brows creasing as her father began.  Mental practice then.  Maybe next time. She worried at her lip for a split second, wondering she ought to ask maybe for a sparring session instead but she realized quickly he had more motive for this matter than simple practice.

Indeed, her eyes narrowed sharply, drinking in his careful words.  Measured tone.  No use in avoiding the truth.  A breath of air sliced through clamped teeth, her tail lashing once as she bit her tongue.  Let him continue.  Goldie doesn't trust Jervis.  Good news, of course, but she felt her fur prick as she worked through the concept of this task.  A liaison. 

Tiny, sharp claws dug into the sandy bank of the pool of water.  Someone had to go.  He had done it before.  With no one to rescue he could focus on information.  Strategy.  Albeit agitatedly, Keona felt her head incline.  Their ability to communicate would make this a much more effective infiltration of the Pitt.  Then they can burn.

"Okay." Some reluctance still hung in the word, but Keona tilted her chin, pale eyes bright.  "How do we start?"

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