LABYRINTHS | keona

[Keona.]

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

The petite feline blinked, small paws sliding to a stop where they rested.  Reading a book.  Her pale hues flickered thoughtfully.  Salem's voice never took long to register.  A friend.  She should not find visitors surprising, but the solitary dealer had rarely been sought out from others besides Goldie, or family.

It must be important than.  Quickly, she hopped up to her paws, sliding the tome to a close.  She could finish reading later.  "Aloha Salem," she murmured, pushing the door open with a concentrated gust of air.  Her head cocked lightly.  Curious.  "You can come in."

Still wondering what brought the other feline over, she found the small cushions she preferred over chairs and took a seat.  "What's up?"  This felt oddly formal and she could feel the ends of her fur standing because of it.  Friends hung out, she knew, but... Well, she had never had friends over in her rooms before.  And this still felt... Serious.  Something was on his mind.

Why go to her?

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