DRILL ME TO THE FLOOR ☆ "beauty salon"

[Keona.]

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

While quiet and solitary in nature, Keona hung by the tavern often.  As Dealer it was where her room was located and it was the best place to stay up to date on the news around the island.  Commotions around the building were fairly common, but the petite fae always paid attention.  Her sharp ears had picked up both Roxie and Michael's voices in the mix this time and she blinked, bemused.

She found herself at the side of the Roux children, head tilted as she listened to explanations and the like.  A beauty salon?  What did that even... Entail?  She caught a soft snort from Natyli and raised her own brows.  Keona knew it was because of her eyes, that she failed to comprehend this... Idea.  Beauty, to her, was limited to her other senses.

Still.  She bit back the urge to voice the question aloud.  What was the point of this?  It seemed a little silly to her, especially with arguing siblings at the forefront.  So she just cleared her throat quietly, "do you two need anything?" Might as well offer, since she did not plan on being 'prettied' up.

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