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[Keona.]

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keona sibéal ní faoláin.
the typhoon.
privateer.
information.

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[div style="width: 360px; font-family: palatino; color: #5c90d0; text-align: left; padding-top: 15px; padding-left: 10px; letter-spacing: 3px;"]✯ — Tá mé i dtiúin

The petite privateer had been thinking of a quick patrol when she passed by Hushsound and Kilius.  Her rounded ears perked attentively, her nose sharply identifying her to crewmates in seconds.

The later worried her.  The scent of healing herbs and injury in the air.

Truth be told, Keona had not fought much in her life.  But she had hardly lived in complete peace.  Her escape from the Pitt many moons ago had proven that.  The broken ribs she had sustained afterwards... Were not a Pittian's doing in fact but if it hadn't been for the Pitt, she imagined that fight might've gone better for her.  Maybe.

Since Seamus had left to spy on the Pitt for Goldie, the tiny fae had lacked her usual sparring partner.  She had begun to realize she may need to remedy that soon.  And utilizing a weapon had never been a priority to her, despite Seamus' fondness for knives.

As such a gift of a sword may warrant a deal of surprise and uncertainty from Keona.

"Perhaps we need a tree..." She muttered, blinking up at Hushsound. "Do you need help passing them out?" Keona liked to think of herself as a rather decent tracker, unaware that one of the gifts actually went to her.

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