HURTS LIKE HELL ♡ MEETING [1/2]

[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 tiny dealer maintained a decent façade.  Steady.  Calm.  Business.  She didn't know what else to do.  They needed it.  And she owed it to her captain.  She could be steady.  She could stay steady.  Even if a storm brewed in her mind.  Bitter with guilt of her failure on Tanglewood's borders.  Succeeded in sounding the alarm but... Maybe she could have done better.  Bitter and feeling small.

She'd always been small.  Good for the discreet things.  Not good for protecting.  For saving anyone.  But her crewmates could count on her for being steady.  Rarely letting her emotions bubble too close to the surface.  The quiet dealer.

It hits a little harder, when Roxanne's voice calls.  But it's important.  It's good.  The Typhoon needed a captain.  And Keona raises her chin, pale hues steady as she follows the sound of the former quartermaster's voice.  She'd always been there to give Goldie support.  She'd do the same for Roxie now.

Her tail curls neatly over her paws as she sits, head dipping in a reassuring nod.  Roxie could do this.  She believed in her.  And she wasn't alone.  She wouldn't have to do this alone.  They would be okay.

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