circle of life / 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

"'s been a while," the tiny dealer would murmur, padding over quietly.  Her tail twitched behind her idlily.  She knew Deldrach.  It felt like the vaguest of memories.  After all, she had never been close to her.  She'd become just another missing name over the years.  And it had been a year... At least.

"Goldie's probably restin' right now." Seas knew the captain needed it.  Earned it.  The petite wildcat didn't know how long it would take, but Goldie deserved the time to heal after everything.

Keona had little memories of the other pirate.  Little other than the fact she'd been a crewmate.  She'd been young and time past rather quickly.  It still did, and the little fae seemed almost unchanged, physically speaking. 

Her pale hues rested curiously and quietly, towards the direction of the jaglion's voice.  Polite.  But distant.  "Welcome back," she could offer that too, she supposed.

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