BRING OUT THE MACHINE GUNS // open, visitor

[Keona.]

[align=center]— if I fall, get knocked down, pick myself up off the ground —

Now this.  This was... Interesting.  The tiny Privateer knew this wanderer.  This exile.  Her pale, sea-green hues narrowed as she padded forward.  She had hoped, when catching the scent of someone on the border, it'd just be another newcomer.  They'd had an influx lately, after all.  Even if she'd grown tired of repeating her same welcoming words and questions.

Caesar.  Keona frowned, biting back a sigh.  "Aloha, Caesar," she offered coldly, her soft voice bland.  "Why are you here?"

Few remembered.  Few had remained since then.  But her family had not gone anywhere.  Nor had Goldenluxury.  Keona's ears perked in light curiosity, but in the end, the Privateer knew the correct course of action.  Send him on his way.  Exiles were exiled for good.

✯ — keona sibéal ní faoláin. female. privateer of the typhoon. blind. rusty spotted cat.  ref. bio.