brush fingers with your creator // joiner + injured

[Keona.]

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

The taste of iron in the air catches the tiny feline first.  Nose twitching and rounded ears perking in sudden attention.  Small paws halting where she stood.  In thought, pale sea-green hues flashed, flickering as she attempted to identify if she had found an injured crewmate.  No.  Unfamiliar scent.

Whoever they were, Keona knew they suffered injuries.  The Dealer blinks as she decides to approach.  Slow, steady steps.  "Aloha."  She lets her quiet voice ring.  A moment.  A spotted tail flicks behind her.  "Are you hurt?" An atypical first question, but specific circumstances called for specific responses.  The fae felt better to ask of health before purpose.  Aid may be the purpose.

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