EMPIRE ANTS ⟡ o, seashell hunting

[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

Seashells.  The tiny wildcat had a few.  Even though finding them came with more challenge, Keona loved seashells.  Tracing her paws over the ridges.  She had spent countless hours as a kit, running along the shoreline, finding them, bringing them back to her father with pride in her pale hues.

Independent spirit, she hadn't minded finding them alone, or together.  But she found the support Finn received sweet and smiled at the youth as she padded across the sand.  She scoffed quietly at the sound of Aphra's lovely voice, but kept her focus.

Keona hummed softly as she stepped closer to the water's edge, brows creasing as she encouraged some of the waves backwards.  Just for a moment.  She couldn't hold it forever, but perhaps there was a shell to be found among the uncovered sand.

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