A TOUCH OF ORANGE OVER PURGATORY GRAY | meteor shower

[Keona.]

[align=center]blackbird singing in the dead of night, take these broken wings and learn to fly

Of all the mysteries in the world, the sky happened to be among the greatest.  Pale, sea-green hues flashed in the right direction, but beheld nothing.  She passed through life without ever noticing the wonders above.  A question unasked.  Unwilling to ponder something irreplaceable she may be missing.

At night, the peace of the bay lulled her out sometimes.  Away from her hut, the tiny privateer padded across the sand, still just warm but missing the sun's touch.  Her spotted tail twitched and curled upwards in curiosity as voices floated in her ears.

Keona blinked as she approached the trio, confusion tugging down her lips.  It must something to see. Unfortunate.  Regardless, she felt the question on her tongue, unwilling to remain ignorant forever.  "What is it?"

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