LABYRINTHS | keona

[Keona.]

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

"Sa..." Seas.  It sounded like he was overthinking this.  Not unreasonable, exactly... But Keona found her teeth sinking into the inside of her cheek.  Private by nature, the petite feline knew what it was to get stuck in her head.  Walking in circles.  Uncertain.  She enjoyed simple things.  Sensible plans.

The only reason her choice may have been 'simple' was because it had been... In the end.  For her.  While Keona knew if she set her mind to a different path, the one she followed suited her.  She smiled faintly, her fur prickling as she felt his eyes on her.  She could only hope her eyes seemed direct.  "… Breathe."

"It's okay." She took a soft breath and rose to her paws. "Let's go outside." She could taste the salt in the air, carried in by the ocean breeze from her open window.  It wasn't close enough.  She missed the water.  The waves.  The breath of the ocean.

Keona waited by the door until she was sure he was following, then quietly led the way out.  With soft steps, she trotted down the tavern's steps, a soft tune hummed under her breath.  An old song she didn't remember knowing.  The words gone.  She padded across the sun-kissed sand until she found the shore, halting right where the water would wash over her tiny paws.

With a small smile, she took a seat, wrapping her tail around herself.  The wind felt cool, the sun keeping a chill from sinking through her fur.  Her chin tilted, head raised in Salem's direction, her sea-green hues gleaming expectantly for him to join her at the water's edge.

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