walking through leaves | re.introduction

[Keona.]

[align=center]— if I fall, get knocked down, pick myself up off the ground —

Every crewmate possessed a unique scent.  And... Mental presence.  Aura, perhaps.  All her life, the petite feline used these things to recognize others.  Some stood out more to her.  Salem, for example, whom she'd met a few times in the past, possessed something unique.  Something, she began to realize, simply reminded her of fall.  An autumn spirit.

She knew a pumpkin sat on his head, though she never regarded him strange for it.  Her pale, sea-green hues simply stared at him, as they stared at everyone else.  In his presence, she inhaled smells of plants.  She thinks he might carry more than a pumpkin, but without eyes, she never noticed the vines wrapped around his legs.

Last they spoke, she'd been building sand castles again.  How long...? Two moons?  She found finding him again somewhat reassuring.  He felt oddly like a fae, though not quite. 

Nonetheless, the privateer found a small smile when she nearly bumped into him, padding out of the tavern.  Sometimes, the building became too loud for her, and she needed clear air.  Honestly, she'd only been inside because she found herself missing Seamus.  He was only a mental call away, but...

She tasted the air quietly, taking quick, mental note not to step forward anymore, least she nearly bump into Hushsound too, whom must be writing in the sand.  Instead, she took a seat next to the dark kodkod.  "Aloha, Salem," she murmured, inclining her head towards the other feline, before nodding to Hushsound as well.  "'an aloha, Hushsound."

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