set fire to the rain // dual-joiners

[Keona.]

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The smallest among the Fae materialized behind her uncle.  Pale, sea-green hues flickered in the darkness of the jungle's shadows.  A quiet hum built in her throat as she trotted forward.  A spotted tail flicked to and fro absently.  Her uncle, the humble king, seemed to have these joiners in hand.  The petite privateer stood beside him, tilting her head upwards in the strangers' direction, trying to gauge their respective heights.

Keona felt something old in the lion's aura, not unlike her uncle.  He was not Fae though.  "Aloha," she'd pipe up after a moment, her soft voice clear cut.  "'m Keona, a privateer 'ere.  As my uncle says, you're welcome to the Typhoon." If you're no trouble.

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