a health to the company — picnic + temp. leaving

[Keona.]

Keona Ní Faoláin — the blind dealer
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Despite being informed ahead of time, the tiny dealer didn't want to miss her father's departure.  Restless, Keona's ears perked up instantaneously, at the sound of his voice.  A picnic? ... Sounded like him.  Her tail flicked behind her as she trotted over, not particularly interested in food.

She took a close seat besides her father, humming softly as Michael spoke.  She already knew after all.  With Gael in command, she suspected the Pitt was as safe as it could be.  Even then.  She didn't know much about the other members.

At least, their healer was family too.  And if she remembered right, Trygve was a member.  Kian would not be without allies.  Moreover, she suspected that, like her, he was linked to Séamus mentally.  A clear line of communication.

So it should be fine... Even if a part of her didn't really want him to go.  Simply to keep him around.

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Natyli had been conscious of the smaller dealer's antsy energy, only to turn her head at the sound of food.  A picnic sounded nice.  The chimera grinned brightly as she bounded over, only pausing as she nabbed a kolache at the mention of the Pitt.  Her ear flicked absently at Michael's concern.

Kian would be fine.  Trygve was there after all.  "You gonna say hi to Ry for me?"  Her whiskers twitched idly in amusement, since the truth was there was no need.  If she thought the word particularly loudly in her mind, she was certain it would reach her brother.

come and fly away with me!

[align=right]Natyli Roux — the chimera