Girl who sang by day ❤ Settling in ❤ and by night she ate tear soup

[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

Many moons ago, the tiny wildcat had a hut.  Only to end up staying on the Tempest with her father... Then the Sky Parlor, as a dealer.  Odds were her room might look plain to some.  Especially to those who truly enjoyed decoration.

So long as she had a place to work, a place to sleep, and a place for her books... She was happy with her room.  No need to complicate.  Manu the stuffed parrot did sit by her bed, and a few shells were placed around, but that was as far as Keona went.

Her ears perked idly as she trotted by, stepping closer to Salem as she listened to him and Michael speak.  Well.  She had little to offer in advice, pale hues flickering in thought.  "Aloha, Lucy.  Do you need any help?"  Might as well be an extra set of paws.

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