I AM AN OLD SOUL LOOKING FOR REST | whittling

[Keona.]

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

It's the sound.  The scrape of claws over wood.  Intricacy.  She knows Lucifer is carving as she passes by.  An art even the tiny faerie can appreciate.  She may not be able to see the carving, but it was art she could feel.  Touch.  She could not touch paint without ruining it.  With a carving she could explore the patterns, recognize the shapes. 

If she weren't so small, she may try to master the art herself.  Perhaps one day.  Time was one of things she did not lack.

The voices surrounding Lucifer brought an amused twitch of her whiskers.  How old?  Well.  The Dealer imagined Luciferus was older than Raziel.  Of course, Keona had never asked her uncle just how old he was.  In fact, she let her ears flick down, snorting quietly.  "Kinda rude to ask."

That said, the petite feline felt sure Luci probably didn't mind the question too much.  So, she smiled and took a seat close to the dragon, tail tip twitching behind her.  "... Aloha, Luci.  Can I feel them?"

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