TWITCH PLAYS BEASTS OF BEYOND // joiner?

[Keona.]

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

The tiny Dealer found her ears pinning back in irritation.  Who in the seas...?  With a lash of her tail, the fae opted to follow the sound, content to give the culprit a stern talking to if they continued on the way they were. 

Maybe it was just someone from the tavern a little too out of it.  It happened often enough.  Keona did try to encourage crewmates who took the drinking too far to spend the night though.  The bunk beds were comfortable enough and she felt better knowing they weren't trying to walk around in the dark, still drunk, looking for their actual beds. 

This voice didn't sound familiar, nor like someone she had tried to ferry to a bed before.  Great.  The Dealer came to a halt besides Michael and Lucifer, listening with mild bemusement as she realized Ament was on the hunt.  "Listen, I don' care who you are."  Savior.  That sort of ego earned a good raptor bite as far as she was concerned, pale hues glinting dangerously.  "You need to get off your high horse 'an quiet down, or we tell him to go to town.  You're trespassing 'an better offer a better reason than 'freein' us' -- Ya wanna join 'an help out, great, but ya better understand you're no one's lord."

Ego.  It left a bitter taste in her mouth.  Reminded her of someone she hated.  Despised.  Her tail lashed.

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