COULDN'T HOLD ME BACK ☆ treasure hunting

[Keona.]

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

If there was one among the pirates who failed to find appeal in 'shiny' it was the crew's tiny dealer.  Not out of a lack of spirit.  Simply logic.  She had no need for shiny things.  Shiny was simply a concept to her.  One she had no cause to pursue.  In truth, Keona pursued few physical items regardless.  Besides braille books.

So to nearly trip into a hole dug into the sand, the petite fae blinked in confusion and surprise.  'Treasure'?  Carefully pulling back on her steps, Keona padded up to Lovekit.  Her pale hues flickered, curious.  "What sort of treasure are you lookin' for?"

Knowledge was her treasure.  Something to cherish.  Not to hide.  Yet she knew, from her books and stories, 'treasure' was often buried under the sand.  Always with hints and maps, so not to be lost forever.  A strange practice.  But then, adventurers, sailors... Those who never stayed in one place needed some way to store their gains she supposed.  Perhaps it was reassuring.  Knowing something was waiting for you.  Something left behind that could be found.

The dealer twitched her tail.  She wondered if her father, during his time traveling the sea, had left any hidden treasures on some far off island.  A question for later.  Now she regarded Lovekit with thought.  "I dunno if you'd find any gold or trinkets on the beach 'ere but... There's other nice things to be found."

Afterall, a seashell could be just as lovely as a coin or gem.  Keona smiled softly at the thought, recalling a shell shaped into a flower given to her by a friend.  It may not be 'shiny' but it was worth a million gems to her.

"You know," she offered after a moment, opting in for the spirit of adventure, "the lighthouse is where we store a lot of knowledge.  Maybe there's some treasure maps up there."

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