( there was something — gardening )

[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

Plants.  Herbs.  They had never been her strong suit.  Or a passion.  The tiny wildcat could name some by smell.  Knew them, but... She had left it to others to truly master them.  Like her younger half-brother.  And her cousin too, in the desert.

Now the smell of herbs brought them to mind, even if she remained indifferent to the healing profession.  Content to work and manage and deal with information.  She heard Roan's voice.  And the earthy smell of a garden soon hit her after.  The sound of working paws, digging into the dirt.  Not her strong suit but... She had paws too.

"Can I help?" Somehow the brighter sounding one.  Keona was never truly friendly, but ever polite, with her quiet words.  She was conscious of the bitter energy in the air, but didn't speak a word on it.  Didn't press.

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