burn my lungs 》drinking

[Keona.]

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

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The tiny dealer knew about the unfortunate situation with Riftweaver and Brandyskies.  She didn't have any answers for it though.  No idea how it should be handled.  How to make either feel better.  She knew little about split souls aside from... Her own cousin, though that was an inverse situation.

Perhaps the wildcat should call for Kiira to visit sometime... But she didn't know if that'd be any help either.  It was a confusing situation to be in.  Enough so, the tiny fae didn't feel too surprised to find one of the duo drinking.  But from the smell and sound of it, he might've had too much.  If she did know anything, she knew that wasn't always good.

Her pale hues flickered thoughtfully as she settled besides Magnolia, keeping her voice soft.  "I think you've had a bit much, Rift.  You okay?"

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