WORLD IS STIRRING SICKLY / meeting

[Keona.]

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

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

Somber.  The horn blows but it feels heavy.  Early.  Too soon.  But that's how it had always been, hasn't it?  Keona could not recall a time their captain hadn't been one to push herself like this.  To work.  Work.  Work.  The way she coped.  Even before... The tiny dealer could remember when they'd be much younger.  It was all she knew how to keep on.

While the petite fae had words.  Concerns.  She did not press them.  She did not know the gravity of it all.  She had never felt the pain.  So she'd offer her presence.  Even if she could tell that the captain was not entirely with them.  Keona sat close below, her own pale hues distant in thought.

. . .

Not far behind the dealer, the young chimera padded into the sea dome.  Hesitant.  She too felt the heaviness, the grief, and lingered away.  Part of her wanted to run the opposite direction.  Her chest felt tight.  It was hard to be the smiling one.  A comforting one.  When the air itself felt wrong.  When it was family.

So she sat.  Eyes dark, lingering up but never resting in one place.

✯ — natyli roux. female. beta of the typhoon. draconic jaguar.  bio.

COME AND FLY AW[color=#6897be]AY WI[color=#628ab9]TH ME