roast - open; hunting stranger

[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 as a mouse herself, the petite dealer kept her ears perked, whenever she lingered where predators hunted.  Kept her ears perked regardless.  Always listening, as small paws moved beneath the lush canopy.  Familiar paths.

She heard quite a bit.  Quite far.  Perhaps farther than most, faerie senses intent on overcompensating for lack of sight.  She caught the same cry as Emil.  Startling her out of a hunt herself.  The tiny bird she had been tracking fluttered away in an alarmed flurry of wingbeats, causing her ears to flatten.  Well.

Keona thinned her lips, finding her path caught up with Emil.  Her nose twitched idly, catching more than the familiar bear.  Avian and rodent and fresh blood.  The dealer hummed softly, uncertain of the meaning of Emil's words but comfortable in their sound.

Something felt more... Sentient here.  A different aura.  Her intuition had yet to fail her... She could go with it.  Hopefully it wouldn't seem foolish of her.  "Aloha."  Her soft voice had to be raised a little.  Keona did not know how tall the tree was.

Her tail twitched.  If the bird responded, they responded.  If they didn't, they didn't.

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