ask me anything — COMEBACK

[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

Keona rocked on her paws as her father spoke, blinking.  A long time.  Did he miss it?  She disliked the thought of her being cause for missing out on the sea-faring life.  Here, he remained close to the water and maintained the title of pirate but... She wondered.

Her whiskers twitched as her uncle's voice reached her.  Raziel, ever the fatherly wolf.  She followed the sound and offered him a small smile.  They hadn't read together in a little while.  Her pale hues flickered thoughtfully before tuning back into her father's musical voice.

"Why do'ya like storms so much?" His nickname among the fae, the tempest prince, came from somewhere after all.

While Keona enjoyed the ocean, she was frightful of thunder, a common occurrence during rough storms.

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