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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
Keona blinked, turning her pale gaze in the direction of Alexandre's voice. A sensible question. The petite fae smiled softly. She may have volunteered to humor everyone with answers, but that didn't change how she felt about small talk in general.
"Thin' of us as the community division." That felt a little formal... Especially compared to Michael and Goldie's replies. But they were more excitable than her. "It's up to us to manage social relations, both 'ere and with our allies."
"If you like bein' there for your crewmates 'an bringin' them together, but aren' much of a healer, or find much appeal in a fight, then I'd say we're the best division." She still remembered her beta ceremony, sitting at the edge of the volcano. Weighing her options. Small stature and a lack of sight made the Grim Rays feel daunting. Nor did she feel inclined to learn every herb and remedy.
"'an of course there's a field of the division we don' talk about much," she added with a conspiratory wink.
Her head tilted towards Seapaw. What was she liked about being a dealer? Keona would never say she had ever been the ambitious type. Climbing the ranks had came with the time and dedication, more than a drive to be on top.
She hummed softly. "To be honest, I like bein' in the know." To that end, perhaps it was no surprise she loved books so much.
As Michael spoke, Keona turned a critical and thoughtful 'eye' on him. It was strange to be working with another dealer. So much time had passed with her running the division alone. "You do jus' fine," she answered simply, the tip of her tail flicking. "I believe you are more social than me, which is good."
A balance in personalities. So far, she felt as though it had been productive.
'Do you have a favorite sound?' She nodded, turning to the ocean, rather than her captain as she spoke, voice soft. "When everythin' is quiet. 'cept for the water."
The tiny fae had been born on the open ocean, rocked asleep by the waves aboard a pirate ship. It was in her blood. Her soul.
[/td][/tr][/table]"Thin' of us as the community division." That felt a little formal... Especially compared to Michael and Goldie's replies. But they were more excitable than her. "It's up to us to manage social relations, both 'ere and with our allies."
"If you like bein' there for your crewmates 'an bringin' them together, but aren' much of a healer, or find much appeal in a fight, then I'd say we're the best division." She still remembered her beta ceremony, sitting at the edge of the volcano. Weighing her options. Small stature and a lack of sight made the Grim Rays feel daunting. Nor did she feel inclined to learn every herb and remedy.
"'an of course there's a field of the division we don' talk about much," she added with a conspiratory wink.
Her head tilted towards Seapaw. What was she liked about being a dealer? Keona would never say she had ever been the ambitious type. Climbing the ranks had came with the time and dedication, more than a drive to be on top.
She hummed softly. "To be honest, I like bein' in the know." To that end, perhaps it was no surprise she loved books so much.
As Michael spoke, Keona turned a critical and thoughtful 'eye' on him. It was strange to be working with another dealer. So much time had passed with her running the division alone. "You do jus' fine," she answered simply, the tip of her tail flicking. "I believe you are more social than me, which is good."
A balance in personalities. So far, she felt as though it had been productive.
'Do you have a favorite sound?' She nodded, turning to the ocean, rather than her captain as she spoke, voice soft. "When everythin' is quiet. 'cept for the water."
The tiny fae had been born on the open ocean, rocked asleep by the waves aboard a pirate ship. It was in her blood. Her soul.
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