THIS CAN'T BE TRUE ☆ intro + "tattoos"

[Keona.]

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

Causing a commotion outside the tavern was a sure way to gain the tiny dealer's attention.  Curious, ears perked as a young voice called for attention.  Goldie's.  With a soft hum, the petite fae padded towards the sound, idly noting those around her and coming to a halt besides Luci.  No doubt a comically tiny creature in comparison.

"Aloha Lovekit," she offered softly.  "'m Keona.  I..."  Hmm.  "I work close with your ma as the Dealer."  Likely a little too professional... Oh well.  "I don' mind the tattoos, though I can' give you much advice or preference."  Hopefully that was not disappointing, but there was little to do with her pale eyes.  "Feel free to use me to test out patterns if you like -- I don' mind if it helps."

She might as well offer.  Of course, given how small she was, it'd certainly be hard to say how much paint she could model at one time.  Regardless, it was not as though Keona would mind given the temporary nature.

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