DEEP DOWN INSIDE ☆ coma

[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 often knew when something was off.  A change in the way someone walked.  The pattern of their breath.  Voice.  Smell.  Everyone had tells.  She knew Hushsound had been injured by walk, but it was more than that.  He seemed to step heavier.  Unhappy.

The tiny Privateer did not often make house calls.  She didn't like stepping into someone else's space since she cared so much about having her own.  Simple.  But she felt inclined to check up on someone who must have begun seeing her as a friend, to give her a present so recently.

Especially with the unhappy tells.  Maybe she could help him find something to do.  After all, Keona recalled the bedrest she'd gone through following her escape from the Pitt.  Broken ribs made for long, boring days.

As little paws carried her up to wolf's residence, her perked ears caught a somewhat frantic voice.  Kilius.

Not good.

She tapped at the door.  "Kilius?"

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