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[Keona.]

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

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If not for the sound of Roxanne's voice, the tiny dealer may have passed on by Franklin's table.  Her ears perked curiously.  Bargain?  Perplexed, Keona padded over to the quartermaster's side, pale hues attempting to 'look' at the object of Roxanne's attention.  Franklin.

The boy was Michael's son.  Bargain made a little more sense, though she still felt at a loss for the context.  "What're you playin'?" The fae inquired softly, tail tip curling behind her.

Lose implied a game of some kind.  Twitching an ear, the petite wildcat sat down.  She may not know the game they were playing, but she felt curious enough to find out who would win.

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