TO BE IN TOTAL CONTROL ☆ re-introduction

[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

Her pale hues remain passive, patient as she listened to the child reply.  Cold almost, for a time.  When the dealer had been a true child, truly tiny, she had decided she wouldn't let any remarks on her physical stature affect her.  Not outwardly.

Defect.  Never a word she'd describe about her size.  Though it only reflected her innermost concerns and perceptions of herself.  It was no defect to be small as one of a rusty spotted cat.  But it certainly made her wonder.  If someone like her really fit this job.

She twitched her ear.  "I'm afraid my spying tactics are not as cut and dry as that," she remarked.  Vague.  But that came with the line of work... The jobs that Goldie... Keona shook her head idly, only to blink in startled surprise from hearing a rather sharp tone from Salem, following the former captain's soft scolding.

She didn't know if she ought to be irritated... Probably not but...  I don't need anyone defending me.  The petite wildcat thinned her lips, releasing a soft, somewhat agitated hum before acknowledging Salem's question.  "I was a very young beta when I picked."  But Keona hardly believed in a time limit.

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