TOSS A COIN [ open ]

[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

It's still bemusing, but the tiny wildcat knew exactly who's voice it was, whenever she heard him talking to himself.  Ears twitching, the dealer held back a sigh and followed the sound, tapping a paw gently on the wood to announce her presence.

"You really shouldn'," she murmured, offering her agreement to... Coal... Great seas.  Her tail twitched behind her, curious.  Caps?  Well.  That made a little more sense than books... Since he couldn't read.

She hummed softly in thought, taking a nearby seat and tucking her paws beneath her chest.  Caps.  Well.  "I collected seashells when I was little," she mused absently. 

She hadn't gathered any in sometime, focusing on work instead.  A single shell carved into the shape of a flower did rest on her chest however, hanging off a simple cord.  A gift.  One she cherished more than most of the shells she did still have... Since it made her smile more.

She understood the appeal in gathering something you liked though.  Even if a collection sounded tedious to keep track of... "Were you lookin' for a particular cap?"  Sounded like he was.

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