SO HARD DONE BY + TANGLEWOOD LEADER

[Keona.]

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

While the tiny Privateer hardly believed herself incapable, traveling between the other groups was no habit of hers.  A vague memory of visiting Snowbound once, many, many moons ago, still existed in her mind and she had made the trip to the Pitt and back, albeit unwillingly during the trip to.  Keona knew the distance was easier traveled by those of larger stature, regardless of their capabilities of vision.  Not to mention, the land between offered her few landmarks to trust in following.

Still.  Keona suspected an attempt sometime in the future, to traverse in between, may be in order.  To find some landmarks at least.

Rather than fight in the battle, which had been an easy victory from the start, the petite fae remained on the island.  Someone had to watch the home-front during war.  She had a direct line to someone on the inside of the Pitt anyhow and kept aware through him.  Despite the battle and their allies participation though, Keona honestly knew little about the other leaders.  Aside from very simple knowledge.

Including the fact Tanglewood lost their proxy before the raid.  But since the tiny feline recalls nothing on Leroy's presence, scent or sound of voice, the Tangler on the Typhoon's border brought up no memories of any sort.  He was simply a strange canine from the home of her cousin.  No doubt he carried news of some kind; an invitation, announcement, something.

Keona stood beside Hushsound, her pale hues blinking thoughtfully.  The sound of shifting dirt told her plainly Hushsound offered his greetings.  "Aloha." If the Tangler could read, good, but if not, the Privateer would speak up more.

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