sixth station - joining

[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

The sound is familiar.  Clear against the breaking waves, and the tiny wildcat followed the tune without an ounce of hesitation.  Without much thought at all, soft paws moved through the underbrush and to the gate.  Though she herself came to the Typhoon on a small boat, claiming landfall on the shores of the bay, Keona had met many crewmates at the bell.  She would meet many more to come, no doubt.

Visitors rang the bell too.  But nothing of familiar neighbors drifted in the air.  The one who stood at the gate was a complete stranger.  Intentions unknown.

Her ears perked, head inclining upwards.  All guesswork, but everyone made noise.  "Aloha."  It'd been a while, she realized, since she met someone entirely new at the border. "Can I help you?"

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