PULL THE RIPCORD ☆ crafting

[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: #2a4971; text-align: left; padding-top: 15px; padding-left: 10px; letter-spacing: 2px;"]Idir brí is idir muir, Tá mé i dtiúin

Birthdays... Were strange, with the dealer.  She didn't mind celebrating them.  She didn't pay them much mind either.  Fae lived... A long time.  Long enough Keona didn't particularly notice she was already much older than she looked.

Besides, the tiny wildcat didn't love the idea of a bunch of crewmates giving her attention for a whole day.  She enjoyed her space.  Even among close friends and family, she rather things be kept simple.

So she understood, when she heard her half-brother didn't really have any plans.  The petite fae didn't know if it was for personal preference, or some other reason, but she wouldn't push the matter either. 

She still had a gift in mind though.  It was always nice to receive something after all.

That in mind, when she smelt flowers and herbs and straw, she wondered what on earth Michael was up to.  Muttering about splinters.  Herbs often made her think of Roan, but the straw confused her, pale hues flickering in thought as she padded up to the other dealer.

"Maybe," seas if she knew.  "What're you tryin' to make?"

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