Chasing the Sun - Joining

[Keona.]

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

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The clear ring is quick to gather the tiny wildcat's attention.  Ears perked attentively.  Catching the stranger's voice as she trotted through the jungle.  Unfamiliar.  Her tail twitched as she came to a halt, tilting her head upwards.  Pale sea-green hues flickering idly towards the sound.

"Aloha," she offered softly.  Polite.  He carried no identifiable scent with him.  A joiner then.  Or simple traveler.  Trader.  They had those occasionally.  But she suspected he to more likely be an aspiring crewmate than anything else.

"This is the Typhoon.  'm Keona, a dealer here.  Can we help you?"

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