able to make it - open; introduction/trying to swim

[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

As a child, the tiny wildcat had been curious.  Prone to wander.  Prone to causing her father some alarm.  Still now, she had the same inquisitive nature.  Drawn to know answers to things.

Her ears twitched and perked, confused.  Who in the seas would drink... She furrowed her brow as she trotted up to the water.  At ease with the rhythm of the waves.  Pale sea-green hues flickering and dancing towards the sound.  Young and inexperienced tone.  Bemusing.

"The ocean is made of salt water," the dealer remarked.  Simple and clear.  "It's not something you want to drink."

Idly, her tail twitched as her breath grew in sync with the ocean's beat.  At peace where the water kissed the sand.  Absently, she commanded a wave backwards, then pulled it closer once again.  Let it wash over her petite paws. "'s something you can sail over, or swim in when the waves are gentle. But I wouldn' drink it."

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