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[Keona.]

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

"Great seas, more?" The tiny dealer smiled, whiskers twitching as she offered up her soft voice.  In all her years among the Typhoon, she failed to recall a time they'd be so overrun with children.  Well.  It wasn't as though she minded.  Though it did feel weird knowing that many of those children would outgrow her sooner than later.  The fae life, she supposed.

Her pale hues narrow briefly in the direction of Aphra's voice.  Cold.  Georgia's words brought a quiet snort in agreement.  Keona had hated Caesar with a passion deep as the ocean.  To see his daughter turn out just as sour was disappointing, but if that was the hole she wanted to dig herself, then fine.  Her choice.  She could live with the consequences.

The fae huffed softly, then gave Michael a thoughtful nod.  "I don' drink, but I can' tell the tavern keeps they've got incomin'."

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