THE PROPHECY ☆ pulled a thread

[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

It's the sharp tang of blood in the air that alerts the petite dealer, copper hitting her nose like a truck.  Concern quickly causes her brows to crease.  "Roan?"

"What happened?" Her half-brother was a healer, not some reckless fool... But she had heard about his new body.  Could smell the difference, though she knew little of a life in stitches...  She certainly knew how it was being fragile.  "Are you okay?"

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