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[Keona.]

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

She's ever conscious of Hushsound's reluctance to speak.  She made a mental note to herself to speak to Raziel immediately.  It was fully likely her uncle knew morse, and owned a book on it.  Since he taught her braille, she instinctively felt drawn to requesting his aid, though it was equally likely her military history-pirate father knew it as well.

In the present however, she listened to the other quietly, brows slowly creasing on confusion.  "Ritual?"  The privateer had not undergone any rituals... Nor did anyone teach her to use her abilities before they manifested.  She shuffled her paws slightly, growing somewhat uncomfortable.  Keona never liked being ignorant on a matter but she honestly had no clue how to help Hushsound.  The tiny feline had not practiced to gain abilities; she had gained abilities than attempted to practice them.  Unfortunately one of her teachers was gone on a special mission.

"No... My... My air elementals... They showed up in a fight.  Self-defense." When she and her other father escaped the Pitt.  "No training or ritual. I don' think I can teach ya somethin' that happened on its own." Someone else? Maybe.  Even then, the fae found herself doubtful.  She didn't know where others found their powers, but she knew, or assumed at least, hers came from her blood.  Most Fae possessed some ability or another.  All the fae she knew... Which was limited, she supposed, to her family and possibly Salem, though she had not asked him directly.

Nor had she ever considered the ability to manipulate air, or water, as magic.  Maybe it was, maybe not.  She bit the inside of her cheek, ears flicking backwards.  "If it can be taught, 'm not the one to teach."

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