moving [★] GLADIATOR

[Keona.]

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

Seas no.  The fae felt her ears perk then flick back.  Brows creasing sharply.  Her younger half-brother did not need to carry a knife.  Especially when only she was present to keep an 'eye' on him.  She frowned.  Words rested on the tip of her tongue before she realized she may have to set the knife down.  Okay.  With extreme focus and care, the Dealer rested the blade directly in front of her paws, conscious to point the tip away from herself for when she picked it up again.

"Aloha," she answered softly, her tail flicking.  "'s a knife, Roan. A crewmate named Hushsound forged it for me." Who had yet to wake up, she remembered grimly.  The last time she'd spoken to the quiet canine had been the day he'd gifted her the paw-crafted blade.  "'s still very dangerous jus' for me to carry it, so maybe we should wait until you're older." The likelihood of her words bringing disappointment made her suddenly wary.  Since her first younger half-brothers disappeared, she hardly knew what to expect.

Since she appreciated being useful, Keona decided she may as well offer him the choice to help her in another way.  "But hey, 'm tryin to get it up to the Sky Parlor, an' I don' think I can avoid everyone without a path cleared for me.  I don' really wanna poke anyone by accident." A sheepish admittance but she figured the concern was extremely valid.

Besides, if her little brother helped, the moving process would more than likely become smoother.  Keona found the thought reassuring, since she had never really tried the moving-out process before.  Slipping into the room next to Kian's had been too easy to fully experience the process.

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