c'est la vie mesdames et messieurs ~ joining

[Keona.]

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

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[div style="max-width: 360px; font-family: palatino; color: #2a4971; text-align: left; padding-top: 8px; padding-left: 10px; letter-spacing: 2px; font-size: 13px;"]Idir brí is idir muir, Tá mé i dtiúin

The issue of the 'cursed' land certainly made Morrison's arrival interesting but... Well.  The tiny wildcat didn't entirely forgoe the possibility but... She respected the story.  Just enough to nod slightly as Michael mentioned it. 

But she didn't entirely mind Morrison's amusement of the matter.  He was a sailor.  A captain, evidentally.  One peice of cursed land wasn't all that intimidaitng in comparison to the ocean.  Truly.  Little compared to the ocean.

So she remained quiet on the issue.  Listening to the wolf as he stated his purpose.  Noting his overall bright demeanor.  Very easygoing nature, from what she could tell.  Polite greetings.  He didn't seem so bad, though she wondered why the mention of Pendragon... The name was familiar... Was it... Sophiea's last name?  Strange.  Her tail twitched behind her, sightless hues flickering in thought.

"Keona," she offered after a moment, reitering Michael's statement of her name.  Usually she could care less for darlings and the like, but Morrison clearly spoke formally.  No harm or demeaning nature to it.  And nodded as he concluded explaining his buisness.

"So long as you're willing to help out," and it seemed like he was, "you're more than welcome.  There's plenty of places to stay here."

"But if I can ask," she'd add politely, "are you a friend of the Pendragons?" While he seemed to bear no ill intentions, the fae wanted to be sure.  Morrison was still a stranger.  Sophiea wasn't.  Sophiea was close to Goldie.  An ally of the Typhoon.  It was better to be safe than sorry.

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