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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

Tiny paws carried the petite wildcat.  Hardly intent on surprise gatherings.  Her ears perked idly as a number of voices went by.  The smell of alcohol in the air.  She twitched her tail, pale sea-green hues following the sound of the one who seemed to be the center of attention.

Seemed like a crewmate.  Had they met before?  If so she still needed to catch his name again, humming softly in acknowledgement.  She'd rather be reading than chatting about... What... Fun?  A sigh began to build in her chest.  Such idle chat...

"Do you 'ave anythin' you like to do?" Keona opted to ask quietly, thoughts still lingering on the braille copy of the Princess Bride she had left within the Sky Parlor.  Perhaps he was being polite by asking, but she still found such a question somewhat pointless... If he wanted to do something, he ought to do something he likes too. 

"'m Keona, by the way.  Aloha."

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