SEVEN | flower crowns

[Keona.]

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keona sibéal ní faoláin.
the typhoon.
the blind dealer.
information.

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Artistic hobbies.  The tiny wildcat had next to none.  Respected them.  Curious.  But never found the time.  Only truly dedicated to a pastime of reading.  A pastime that had grown to include Salem more often than not.  Content having a second heart and mind to share stories with.  A friend.

A friend the petite fae did not know enjoyed flower crafts.  Despite his ability to grow plants, it seemed limited to those that bloomed in autumn.  But there was a strong floral scent surrounding him now.  Keona's head fell to one side, pausing in her tracks.  "Aloha," she murmured, smiling softly.

Her pale hues blinked.  Coming to recognize the scent.  A tropical flower... Easy to locate on the arcipeligo.  'ilimas.  "What're you doing?" She did not hear crinkling paper.  So... Not pressing.  Weaving?  Into crowns then?

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