LABYRINTHS | keona

[Keona.]

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

Shy.  Something about Salem seemed almost shy.  Confusion quickly bubbled.  Wary she had done or said something wrong but... Well the last they spoke he'd been helping her move.  Keona frowned.  Shifted her paws where she sat.  Her ears perked up attentively, deciding she ought to listen politely before jumping to conclusions.  Even if this felt stiff and awkward.

As he spoke, memories shifted in her mind.  Her blood ceremony.  Seas.  Two years ago.  Almost.  Her eyes widen slightly at the thought.  The event existed with sharp clarity in her mind, although she rarely walked through the memory.  An important choice, though it hardly seemed so crucial then.  As head of the division she chose, she saw with more clarity.

The doubt in Salem's voice caused her to blink.  Considering.  He seemed more like her.  A quiet soul...  The fact he found the choice less straightforward than her bemused her but it made some sense.  "I didn' pick 'til I reached the volcano," she admitted gently.  She recalled the fear of the volcano in greater detail than pushing the figurines down, but she shoved the memory away.

"I had the three in front of me and..." Weighed the possibilities.  Doubted herself too.  Doubts that resurfaced sometimes.  "… I didn' think that I would fit well with the Grim Rays..." For obvious reasons, she supposed, shifting her weight.  "an' I like the idea of healing but... I didn' find it interesting."

"So... I only had one choice left.  That's how I picked."

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