innocence and laughter - open; wandering child

[Keona.]

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

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A scream.  It was enough to freeze the tiny dealer in place, pale sea-green hues widening in brief surprise and confusion.  Concern.  An attack?  The petite wildcat decided to immediately investigate the hut, stepping in quietly and finding herself doing her best to avoid surprise obstacles.

No enemy scent.  Just that of an unfamiliar stranger munching on cookies.  ... Oh.  Uh.  Keona flicked her tail.  Cookies.  Great seas.

"Excuse me." Her tone is quiet, but firm.  The dealer tilted her head.  Bemused, but determined to settle matters... However... Odd.  "Excuse me, but this isn' your house.  Nor your cookies to take.  Who're you?"

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