01-04-2020, 07:25 PM
[align=center]— if I fall, get knocked down, pick myself up off the ground —
The familiar ringing of bells seemed to have begun to be a common occurrence one again. The clear sound cutting through the jungle edges. Interrupting birdsong and insect chatter. The tiny Privateer halted where she sat, on the roots of a tree. Her ears perked, listening and confirming. Quietly, she jumped to her paws and began to pad up towards the sound.Keona guessed upwards again, her pale hues shifting towards a quick but careful guess. "Aloha," her soft but clear greeting. Simply curious. "Can I help you?"