I of The Storm / Music

[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

Music.  Music had been a steady constant.  As familiar as the rhythm of the ocean waves.  Ever present in her life.  Often in the form of her father, who sang shanties as he worked.  Who hummed on the way... To everywhere.  A habit she inherited, though she rarely lifted her voice loud enough for others to hear.

To hear music in the tavern was no surprise.  Something that happened from time to time.  Only natural.  But the tiny wildcat often found herself drifting towards the sound.  Her sensitive ears perked in attention.

Silently, Keona sat down.  Forgetting wherever she had been headed to originally.  Tail gently resting over her paws as a soft hum built in her chest to the tune of the music.  Familiar words.  Never raising over Eltrous' own voice.  At peace to listen.

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