IT HAS A NAME, IT IS A BEING — joining

[Keona.]

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If I fall, get knocked down, pick myself up off the ground

Little rounded ears perked on instinct.  Attentive and familiar with the sound.  A clear sound.  With an easy message to follow.  Follow it, Keona did.  Tiny paws moved through the ever-changing jungle undergrowth with a mission.  Pale hues lit with a tinge of curiosity as she reached the sound, head inclining upwards.  An instinct at this point.  Most, if not all, creatures stood at heights a great deal taller than the petite fae.  But there is simplicity in knowing what to expect.

"Aloha," her soft but clear voice murmurs.  "Can I help you?"

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