CENTURIES — return

[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 knew.  A simple vague sense of knowing, likely due to the mental connection.  Her tail flicked.  Pale hues blink and with a thoughtful frown, the tiny Privateer begins to pad up to the Tavern.

Every member of the Typhoon knew and loved the Tavern.  A key landmark of home.  Only the faerie found the building often too crowded, or loud, for her liking.  Extra caution lived in her steps, attempting to maneuver around in close quarters, ears flattened.

She might give up, frustrated, if it weren't for her fiercely stubborn nature.  She didn't hide her irritation however, when she finally found him.  More than eager to simply sit and settle her frazzled nerves, Keona shuffled across from Séamus. "Aloha, Athair."

She wouldn't lie.  She missed him.  Despite their ability to communicate across great distances, she supposed she had missed having him close by.  Quiet and independent as she may be, Keona enjoyed knowing her family was near.

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