TELL ME WHAT YOU WANT TO HEAR // monthly task

[Keona.]

Keona Ní Faoláin — the blind dealer
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Tired.  Everyone was working hard and getting tired.  So the tiny wildcat deigned not to be.  To keep working.  To be of some use.  To let the others have earn their breaks.  She had never liked sitting still anyway.  Needed her paws to be moving.  Doing.

Roan sounds tired.  A protective spark igniting at the prospect.  Ears flicked back as the dealer trotted over the sand, pale hues flashing towards her younger brother's perceived location.  A silent look of warning not to push himself.

"I'll help out if you like, Vayne."  Three better than the two.

"And me!" Natyli would interject abruptly, overhearing the others.  The draconic jaguar skidded over, mitch-matched hues bright.  She wasn't hurt.  She was okay.  So she had to help.  She wanted to help.  To make things better.  "I wanna help."

She still had her own work to do but... Rose-colored wings shifted at her sides.  Natyli did not want to think too much on flying at the moment.  The thoughts had clouded her brain for hours already.  Uncertainty.  Lack of practice.  She probably could fly, if she tried, but everything she cared about was... On the ground.  She'd simply never had the attention span to give it a go before. 

The growing feline pushed her paws into the sand with antsy energy.  Eager.  "What do you need us to do?"

come and fly away with me!

[align=right]Natyli Roux — the chimera