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[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 bell.  The familiar sound catches her ears, dim but clear.  Another newcomer?  Or... Perhaps another familiar voice to be heard as with the pattern as of late.  Keona's tail twitched idly, paws carrying her swiftly towards the sound.

Only to freeze.  She knew that scent.  She knew... She sped up, trying not to be too sure of herself.  But if it was Hushsound....  She was glad... She was glad he was safe.  Alive.  Back.  She hadn't realized how much she needed the reassurance of that... Her pale hues flickering with a storm of unkindled concerns.

"Hush?"  Seas.  It hurt worse with him.  She knows him.  Her paws dug into the ground, ears flattening against her skull.  Hesitant.  She'd been pushing on.  Steady.  Someone had to be steady.  But he'd want to know... She knew he'd want to know but it hurt with him.  And she didn't want to break.  Someone had to be steady.

"You're back." It's short-lived relief in her cracking voice, burdened by the swirling thoughts.  He'd want to know.  He needs to know.  "You're- Hushsound... I- I'm sorry.  Goldie.  She doesn't- she doesn't remember.  You're back... An-and she doesn't.  She doesn't remember."

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