the ocean call 》elemental practice

[Keona.]

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keona sibéal ní faoláin.
the typhoon.
the blind dealer.
information.

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The split souls seemed to share the connection to the water.  A connection the tiny dealer had herself.  One she rarely shied away from.  Constantly drawn back to the shore.  The first peice of land her paws had ever touched.  The sand.  The waves.  The push and pull of the water.

She felt the shift in the nearby water before she sensed Riftweaver.  Felt the sudden change and movement.  A tide pool that felt too tall.  Just for a moment.  Keona blinked as the water crashed, the abrupt sound nearly causing her to jump.  Ah.  She tasted salt on the air and dipped her head as she recognized Rift as the unfortunate cause and victim of the splash.

The wildcat's tail twitched idly behind her.  Thought in pale sea-green hues.  "Think of what would fit in your paw," she murmured, offering the first suggestion that came to mind.  "It'll be less of a splash, at least.  Easier to hold for longer."

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