TAKE ME TO CHURCH! / Death

[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

Goldie's voice alarms the petite wildcat.  Pale hues sharp in concern.  Alert.  Quickly, the dealer trots over, inhaling softly.  Blood.  Coalition.  Xhocoatl.  A frustrated breath.  Her ears flicked to and fro, perked for any other sound.

But the blood and scent go...  Away.  Whatever had happened... Had happened.  "They're long gone now," she murmured, head tilting lightly towards Goldie.  Keeping her tone neutral and sure.  "... That's a lot of blood though. I'm not sure if Xhocoatl is-" well.

Keona sighs heavily.  Odds were not in their crewmate's favor.  Still.  The tiny fae crept along the sand, brows furrowing.  "... The scent goes to the water." Did they swim?  Use a boat?

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