BRING OUT THE MACHINE GUNS // open, visitor

[Keona.]

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

Unimpressed, the petite fae let out a quiet "tch."  He hadn't changed.  No wonder.  She rolled her eyes and shook her head.  Well.  No matter what he wanted, they wouldn't let him back in.  He's not dumb enough to think he can... Is he?  An exile was a done deal.  If she had to enforce it, so be it.  "I'm only gonna tell ya once; you're not welcome 'ere."

Her control over the elements lacked an expert's finesse, but the wind close to the savannah began to pick up in warning.  "If ya think you can come crawlin' back, you're a bigger idiot than I thought."

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