PLANT LIFE | practice

[Keona.]

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

Despite a pair of eyes that knew no trails, the tiny dealer knew the paths of the jungle well.  She typically wandered into the trees to simply patrol or visit her uncle among the treehouses.  While the bustling life within surrounded her with noise, it offered a pleasant change from the overlapping voices of the tavern.

Keona hummed softly, pausing when she caught Salem's familiar scent nearby.  Ears perked, the petite fae trotted towards him, quiet as she slowly inhaled more smells.  Mushrooms.  Something floral.  "Are you practicing?" She offered her voice softly, pale hues bright with curiosity.  It was a nice gift, she supposed...  To bring life from the ground.

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