hotel room / basket weaving

[Keona.]

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

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The sound of moving plants and leaves together.  Careful patterns.  The tiny dealer recognizes it as weaving, though she is oft unaware of what was being created.  Simply told of the craft by the familiar movements and soft sounds.

Her ears flick and perk as she pads closer, conscious of the strange... Connection, she felt between the two.  Word around had gotten to her, but she had yet encountered the duo herself.  Was it their souls she sensed...?

"Aloha," Keona offered in soft, polite greeting, her tail twitching curiously behind her.  "What're you weaving?"

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