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

Meteor shower.  The words conjure a rainstorm to mind; a spring shower drenching the earth below.  Since everyone remained untouched by the falling, frigid rocks, the fae erased that thought.  She regards the sky again for a moment, unseeing.  Her teeth catch on the inside of her cheek, ears flicking down briefly.  Stars.

Stars meant nothing to her.  Light meant nothing.  She possessed no concept.  She nods anyway, biting back an entirely blank and ire expression.  She’s trying. No reason to grow frustrated.  How did one explain sight to someone born without?  Might as well attempt describing an alien world without words.  Perhaps she lived in an alien world in a sense.  A world composed of sounds, smells and feelings.

Dovedeparture.  Unfamiliar.  Must be new, as she thought.  "’m Keona, a privateer ‘ere." The only privateer.  Well, she didn’t mind.  She appreciated Goldie’s faith.  She let others know when she met them, they could look to her if they needed something.  Most of the crew remained self-sufficient though and she couldn’t help much medically.  Still.  Better safe than sorry.  Better informed than unknowing for ignorance was not always bliss.

Her eyes blink passively as Celestialrobbery spoke, storing the name with Dove’s.  Two newcomers.  Longer names than most but Keona remembered names fairly well.  More strangers fond of something alien above.  Envy rarely reared it’s head, but she felt it then, wondering about faraway lights called stars.

She breathed it out softly, inhaling the soothing salt air.  The night felt nice, to simply exist.  Small and strange.  Everyone resided in their own, strange little worlds, but the sky, the sky stretched wider than the ocean she loved.  So small, they’d enjoy it all.  Sea and sky.

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