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[Keona.]

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The sea called Keona.  On days when the waves pushed gently against the shore, the tiny privateer may be found, walking the length of the shore.  Born on a pirate ship, she had to be introduced to land, but the sea she'd always known.  The gentle rock of the boat lulled her to peace.

The faerie never swam.  She possessed a healthy fear of the water in that sense.  Her sightless hues gleamed bright when the ocean sang to her, but danced with anxiety when the waves grew too strong.  She lingered closer to the jungles during storms.

The sound of someone crying brought her closer to the water than she would've given the recent weather.  She tasted the storm on the breeze still, her pale eyes flashing briefly towards the open ocean.

"What's happened?" She inquired softly, ears perked.  Whoever was crying sounded young, and either her tiny size or just a little bigger.  Are they crying from hurt or because they're lost?

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