the storm has come and gone

[Keona.]

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keona sibéal ní faoláin.
the typhoon.
the blind dealer.
information.

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[div style="width: 360px; font-family: palatino; color: #5c90d0; text-align: left; padding-top: 15px; padding-left: 10px; letter-spacing: 3px;"]✯ — Tá mé i dtiúin

A loud crackle is more than enough to ruffle the tiny Dealer's fur.  Wary.  She enjoy the rain, but the deafening claps of thunder always left her uneasy, with ears flattened against her skull in attempt to find quiet.

This time she had been close enough to scramble to her paws.  Headed to Raziel's treehouse with the intent to discuss whatever novels he had recently picked up and enjoy some quiet solitude before heading back to work.  The taste of charged air and smoke left her heading a different direction.

Her pale hues are dancing with concern as she scrambled to a halt beside her younger brother.  No signs of anyone hurt from the fire.  Thank the seas.  Losing home... She felt for the witch... But... Seas, she didn't want to lose anyone else.  Not now.

Keona was immensely glad Rosemary hadn't been inside.

Even if her chest is heavy.  If she'd been a big bigger.  A bit faster.  She might've been able to help Rosemary with the water... Though she rarely worked with her elements... The point was likely mute and Keona knew it.  Better to focus on caring for Rosemary and the damage than lingering on ifs.

"Are you okay, Rosemary?" Her voice is quiet, as usual, though tinged with more care than her usual distance.

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