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[Keona.]

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keona sibéal ní faoláin.
the typhoon.
the blind dealer.
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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

Ever since she could walk, the tiny wildcat heard and felt more than perhaps most.  Sensitive to every little sound.  The slightest touch.  Vibrations.  Perhaps to make up for her inability to see.

She didn't know her senses to be 'enhanced' in anyway.  Thought she was perfectly normal for a girl born blind.  Even though thunder could shake her to very core and she couldn't always handle the overwhelming patter of rain on the tavern roof.  Figured she was just a little more sensitive to those things.

Keona heard the cry.  Then the clamor of flapping wings.  Sharp enough to draw her ears down, startled by the sudden volume of both.  Teeth caught the inside of her cheek as the petite dealer scrambled up to her paws and took towards the source.  She came to a quiet halt besides Pearlcatcher, the tip of her tail twitching to and fro with antsy energy.  A sensory overload?

Uncertain, the fae took a soft step back.  Unwilling to crowd.  She hated being crowded and she didn't want to make Alexandre feel worse. "Alexandre," she murmured gently, keeping her voice low.  "You're okay.  It's okay."

"Your moms can help, yeah?  We can take you home.  Get everything quiet."

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