I'VE GOT A GOD-SHAPED HOLE / typhoon

[Keona.]

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

The tiny feline trotted quietly by her captain's side, pale sea-green hues sharp with curiosity.  Despite her inquisitive and slightly adventurous nature, Keona rarely ventured off the Typhoon's island.  Mostly wary of her losing her tracks out in unfamiliar territories.  With her new position, she suspected she may be out and about more in the future.  She ought to learn the paths because her stubborn nature hardly felt thrilled by the idea of requesting aid to prevent getting lost in the future.

This time around, the fae felt more focused on protecting Goldie than mastering the land.  She may be extremely small in comparison to everyone -- including Goldie, for that matter -- but she was hardly defenseless.  She wasn't going to let anything mess with the tigress, or the fragile lives she carried.

As they reached their destination without issue, Keona allowed her muscles ease.  Ears perking with interest as they began their wait, finding they didn't have to for very long.  The fae felt her head tilt lightly, recognizing the feeling of the proxy's aura, but not his voice at first.

Still.  She offered a small smile, inclining her head in a short nod as he spoke.

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