A SPIRIT RUNNING WILD / meeting

[Keona.]

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

At the sound of the conch, the tiny wildcat turned, ears perked.  Traversing the island had become a new ordeal, but she did her best to make haste, catching up with the gathering crowd.  Behind her, she flicked her tail, glad to feel somewhere stable.  Of course, everything was still in the same place really... Just... Apart now.

Silently she found a seat, pale hues flickering upwards towards where she knew the throne to sit, attentively waiting.

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