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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="max-width: 360px; font-family: palatino; color: #2a4971; text-align: left; padding-top: 8px; padding-left: 10px; letter-spacing: 2px; font-size: 13px;"]Idir brí is idir muir, Tá mé i dtiúin

It was strange.  Losing someone to memory.  Still in your life but... They weren't quite the same.  Didn't recall old conversations or simple moments.  But the tiny fae was coming to understand something... In the end... Her life would be a long one.  Very long.  She would lose many friends.  She had lost many.

She was thankful she hadn't lost Goldie entirely.  Because even if Goldie didn't remember all those little moments that made the Goldie she used to be, she was still that happy and curious girl that everyone loved.  It was just a second chance, to met her all over again.  To make new moments and memories.  And that was okay.  That was better than burying a friend.

So, the tiny wildcat did not shy away from the tigress.  On the contrary, Keona felt lured forward sometimes.  Curious.  Goldie had always been artistic.  Had hobbies.  More so than the dealer did, apart from reading.

Her hazel hues flickered and settled.  Off but nearly on point.  Where she thought Goldie's head might be.  Quiet.  Like she was concentrated.  Keona felt her own head tilt.  "Aloha," she murmured, tail tip twitching.  Wondering.

"What're you up to, Goldie?"

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