STARS WERE MADE FOR FALLING / meteor shower

[Keona.]

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

Despite never seeing the light, Keona often rose with the sun.  Perhaps a pattern of sleep.  Perhaps the warmth sinking into her fur.  Perhaps as the sounds of the daily life began to reach her sensitive ears.  As the tiny dealer rose with a stretch, she noticed the commotion almost immediately.  In her paws.  Through her ears.

With a frown, Keona felt her brows furrow.  The tavern was lively, true.  But it must be early in the morning and this felt different.  With a soft puff of air, the fae began down the stairs.  Her ears flicked back sharply along the way, biting the inside of her cheek.  An unusual commotion today.  More voices than normal.

Still.  She trotted out the tavern.  Remaining oblivious, her petite paws began moving towards Salem on instinct.  The pumpkin spice scent easy to locate and identify.  He sat a lone comfort among an unusual buzz of activity.  Quiet.  Still.

"Salem," softly, her voice rang with bemusement.  "What is it?"

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