[ kisses of the sun ] - open; intro

[Keona.]

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

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The ocean and waves often lulled the tiny wildcat to the shore.  Petite paws resting where the water kissed the sand.  Listening.  Feeling the rhythm.  When she sought a moment for her thoughts, the shore only naturally became her destination.

Only rather than finding her thoughts, her ears perked at the sound of Dany's howl.  A call.  The petite dealer hummed softly before turning towards the sound, trotting over.  Dany's initial arrival had been very spontaneous and rushed.  An escape from rough weather.  Was he simply practicing his wolf howl or... Calling for someone?

The fae was no wolf herself, but many in her family were fond of their dire wolf forms.  She knew that howls were a method of communication.  Of finding one another.  Was Dany lost after all?  Keona frowned thoughtfully, dipping her head lightly as she came to a halt.  Her pale sea-green hues flickered.  "Are you practicing a howl?"

She hoped that was it.  She hoped it was practice.  Because who knew if they could help him find who he was looking for otherwise?  The weather had been unkind that night.  Still.  They could certainly try.  If that was the case.  Even if might not be easy.

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