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[Keona.]

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

The tiny Dealer found herself more frequently around the tavern.  This was primarily due to her new residency within the Sky Parlor.  While it was an adjustment, Keona was adaptable.  Besides, passing through the tavern everyday meant more chances to catch the latest news from her crewmates.

On her way out the door, the petite fae paused at the sound of Michael's sharp tone.  Her pale sea-green hues blinked, perplexed.  With a flick of her ear, she began trotting up to the thief.  Pictures?  Pic- Oh.  Keona knew about cameras, though she never handled one, for obvious reasons.

Her brows creased.  "... I thin'... It's got somethin to do with a chemical reaction.  'an light." Her uncle explained it once, when one of her books mentioned cameras.  The science was interesting at least, though she still didn't entirely get it.  The only concept of 'light' she had was how bright usually meant warm.

The tip of her tail twitched.  "D'ya need any help?" Keona hardly minded offering a paw, though she didn't know what would even constitute as helpful when it came to cameras and pictures.  Well.  She'd put it out there anyway.  Just in case.

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