waiting for love [★] making supply baskets

[Keona.]

Keona Ní Faoláin — the blind dealer
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It seemed to be mostly gifts so far.  Not the most practical, but it carried a message of appreciation.  Which was probably half the point of doing this sort of thing.  Keona hummed softly, nodding as Michael spoke about the medical supplies.  "Only what's okay to spare," she reiterated.  They had quite a few crewmates in recovery.  Even just some of the most basic herbs would probably be appreciated.

Her head turned on a swivel, ears flicking towards Salem's voice.  She offered him a small smile.  Reassuring.  "I am.  The seeds will probably be good -- I heard there's a cold front blowing through at the moment, so it'll be good to have something to grow when it passes.  You can come, Salem."

"Mahalo, Vayne.  'm sure they'll like them." A staple.  Keona liked seashells a great deal herself.  They made nice gifts.

"Those are pretty, Vayne!" Natyli beamed, beginning to shift everything into two separate groups.  Trying to keep it split even for the baskets.  Idly her ear twitched as Requiem spoke, looking a bit confused.

Between Keona, Michael, and Salem, the jaguar doubted there'd be any real trouble.  Muscle was hardly lacking.  All three of them were capable.  "I wouldn't be so quick to underestimate anyone," she pointed out, shrugging amiably.

"keona" "natyli"

come and fly away with me!

[align=right]Natyli Roux — the chimera