SEVEN | flower crowns

[Keona.]

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

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Ah.  She was correct.  Flower crowns.  A little pastime she had run into before.  Probably because it was relatively well-liked.  The tiny wildcat twitched her ear, bemused.  Michael had a teasing tone of voice, though she didn't see much cause.  Flower crowns weren't unusual.  And they were usually handed out very freely.

Of course, she'd forgotten about valentine's day.  Didn't pay much attention to a holiday oriented towards those... In love.  Salem had been the only one ever to spend one with her.  Spent the night talking about books.  The usual.  He did give her a present then too.  The necklace she wore.  Seashells shaped into an 'ilima flower.

Keona hummed softly, nodding her greetings as others spoke before focusing on Salem once more.  Hopefully this wasn't too much attention for her soft-spoken friend. 

"Mahalo." She gave Salem a soft smile.  Indeed, she didn't accessorize very often.  Didn't care to wear much on her body.  To keep track of trinkets and material things.  But flower crowns were temporary items, and handcrafted.  A token of someone's time and effort.

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