I said nothing was wrong ♡ Beach Sketching ♡ But you knew I lied.

[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

Keona did not really know what she looked like.  Spotted.  But she didn't even know what spots looked like.  Most concepts of appearance were foreign.  She had ran her paws over tactile shapes before.  Knew them in their base forms.  Understood that the sun and moon were supposedly circles.  So were spots.

Something about her eyes told others she couldn't see.  Their lack of focus.  The way she couldn't quite look at them, even when she was attentive.

But she knew art.  It was something that Goldie had liked... Painting... Even if the tiny dealer could not see, she never minded being nearby.  The sound was curious.  Brush against canvas.  Pencil scratching against paper.  The sounds attracted her over to Lucy, petite ears perked in interest. 

"Aloha, Lucy." She gave Lucy (and herself) some space, conscious of Vayne and Michael's nearby presences.  She didn't want to hover if she was working on something.  "'m sure it'll turn out fine," she offered softly.  Polite encouragement though truthfully, Keona did not know how to fix smudges on paper.

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