[ talk to me, tell me i'm fine ] — open; division ceremony

[Keona.]

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

A strange repeat.  Solidarity, should events be spoken of.  Known.  The tiny wildcat's first encounter with the volcano had been her division ceremony.  A moment of pride and self-worth.  Determined to make something of herself.  Regardless of her eyes.

Almost funny, dismissive that concept.  Keona could do it, so could everyone... A sentiment that would cause the dealer to frown if heard it aloud.  Remembering all to well the way the volcano's edge had petrified her.  Certainly never brought up the way she shook at the top.  She'd been even smaller then.  Truly unaware of the volcano's destructive capabilities.

Regardless she had not enjoyed standing there.  Close to a fall that would melt her alive.  High where the wind was strong.  More than capable of carrying her off.  She couldn't get away fast enough.

Nor could Danny, understandably.  Of course, the tiny dealer did nearly jump when she heard the sound of the tumbling youth.  Stepping out of the way with alarmed hues.  Relieved not to hear the cracking of bones when he came to a stop.

"Are you okay, Danny?" Soft and honest in concern.  Even Keona knew he must be a sight to see.  Still.  She was trying to gauge whether or not she felt sure he hadn't broken anything on the way down.  Brows creased.

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