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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

The bell rings with an unexpected force.  Singing through her ears and pulling her up to tiny paws.  Curious.  Quickly following suit and coming to a gentle halt besides Diya and Michael.  Listening quietly.  Recognition in both, though they failed to put a name to soul.  But she remembered names well.  No face to attribute to.  Emil.

"He's a crewmate." The tiny wildcat spoke softly, voice strong with confidence.  She knew few bears.  Felt sure from some spark of intuition, some sense of spirit, as her pale hues 'looked' upwards.  She hadn't been close personally, but familiar with the quiet bear.

"Aloha, Emil."

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