SO ICY && open, wt

[Keona.]

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

A great deal of her family seemed either masters of or decently skilled at healing.  The tiny privateer simply lacked the motivation to commit to that path.  She believes Seamus knew a great deal about the art, using his skills as a healer as part of his disguise among the Pitt.  Given the practicality of it all, the petite faerie decided she may as well attend another lesson.

Her pale, sea-green hues flickered, bouncing towards different voices as they reached her perked ears.  Some of her less familiar crewmates had gathered first, their names slipping through her mind at first, like sand through cracks of glass.  Dovedeparture.  Yes.  She'd met her the night of the meteor shower.  She doubted the other's name to be fossil, but failed to come up with his actual name immediately.

Keona hummed softly, taking a nearby seat.  Without a word, she inclined her head towards Idyllfields, ready to learn something new.

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