05-29-2019, 05:05 PM
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Keona knew some avians to grow strangely attached to individuals. As if proving her point, a dark shadow followed the tiny privateer. A youthful miscreant known as Fiachra now seemed to tail the petite fae regularly, as he waited, grumpily, for the return of the missing Suvi. Her cousin had befriended the raven from taking him during a time of need. Following his recovery however, he refused to leave.Suvi didn't seem to mind him, but personally, Keona found him in somewhat insufferable. He was prone to mischief and he seemed to despise anyone who wasn't a child. Unfortunately, he seemed to regard her as such, even as her kitten fluff slowly began to fade. The price of living a terribly long life.
As tiny paws trotted through sand, Fiachra seemed content to simply follow from above. So now he leaves me alone. Pesky jerk. Pale, sea-green hues danced upward towards the sound of Darksouls' voice, who seemed to be the source of conversation. A feathered friend? She did sense another creature nearby aside from her crewmates.
"'ere's to hopin' they aren't a troublemaker like Fiachra." Her head lightly inclined towards Luciferus and Idyllfields' voices, ears flicking. She could taste a storm in the air. Perhaps the bird sought safety.