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[div style="width: 360px; font-family: palatino; color: #2a4971; text-align: left; padding-top: 15px; padding-left: 10px; letter-spacing: 2px;"]Idir brí is idir muir, Tá mé i dtiúin
Quietly, the tiny wildcat padded up behind Goldenluxury. Ears on swivel, she followed the sounds of everyone's voices. Names. Mostly Elysites and Pittians, aside from herself and Goldie.
Her nose twitched, tail flicking behind her curiously as she sought out her cousins among the crowd of different voices and scents. They had yet to speak, but she felt mostly sure that she 'looked' at them, as she offered a small, polite smile. "Aloha, col ceathracha."
The last meeting had not gone very well. But her cousin, her 'Uncail', had tried to be a voice of reason when the violence broke out. Despite that bloody reputation his group held. She had to respect that.
Of course, she knew little else about Gael, than their distant blood relation. He seemed more thought oriented first and foremost, like her. And fiercely protective, over his daughter. The only direct family, if she recalled, he had left. She wondered how he felt about the Pitt, as a whole... Since he was willing to step up as leader.
Her ear twitched, head tilting towards Atticus' words. She hadn't introduced herself, either, had she? "'m Keona Ní Faoláin. Typhoon dealer."
"We're doin' well." Whiskers twitched. "Got ourselves in the middle of a prank war, with Tanglewood, at the moment."
Pranks. Well, Keona may not entirely get the fun, but she didn't particularly mind the mischievous 'war'. A nice contrast, to all the conflicts of the past.
[/td][/tr][/table]Her nose twitched, tail flicking behind her curiously as she sought out her cousins among the crowd of different voices and scents. They had yet to speak, but she felt mostly sure that she 'looked' at them, as she offered a small, polite smile. "Aloha, col ceathracha."
The last meeting had not gone very well. But her cousin, her 'Uncail', had tried to be a voice of reason when the violence broke out. Despite that bloody reputation his group held. She had to respect that.
Of course, she knew little else about Gael, than their distant blood relation. He seemed more thought oriented first and foremost, like her. And fiercely protective, over his daughter. The only direct family, if she recalled, he had left. She wondered how he felt about the Pitt, as a whole... Since he was willing to step up as leader.
Her ear twitched, head tilting towards Atticus' words. She hadn't introduced herself, either, had she? "'m Keona Ní Faoláin. Typhoon dealer."
"We're doin' well." Whiskers twitched. "Got ourselves in the middle of a prank war, with Tanglewood, at the moment."
Pranks. Well, Keona may not entirely get the fun, but she didn't particularly mind the mischievous 'war'. A nice contrast, to all the conflicts of the past.
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