what a scene, he's a clown - open; predicament

[Keona.]

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

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Tree-climbing.  Not a particular skill of the tiny wildcat.  Or rather... Not one she enjoyed.  Getting up didn't take too much effort.  Surprisingly easy in fact.  Getting down... Less so.  It felt precarious to be so far off solid ground.

Of course, Keona trusted that anyone who could climb up a tree could probably get themselves down.  Still.  Her ears perked and pale hues flickered in thought as she trotted over to the gathered group.  Puzzling out the situation by listening.

Well, it seemed Diya had it handled.  From the sound of it.  The dealer hummed softly in thought, tail twitching.  "Is everyone okay?" She inquired softly, head tilted.  Better to double check.  Especially when she didn't know how Pyrrhicreign got stuck in the first place.  Whether it was simply the conumdrum she faced of struggling going down or something else.

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