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[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

That sounded like her father.  A relief.  The tiny wildcat breathed out softly as she quickly bounded after the sound.  He sounded all right.  Upbeat as always.  The added sound of wheels was odd, but she paid little mind.  Much less to the time or date.  Pleased that he seemed well.

"Da." She flicked her ears.  Avoiding the... Wagon?  He hadn't had one with him when he left.  "Is everythin' okay?"

He had certainly been away for a while.  But a blizzard was serious.  And he cared about their cousins.  Keona understood that.  Even if it had made her antsy some days.  She kept her paws busy here, but she couldn't check the weather over the desert.

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