MY TONGUE IS A WEAPON // power discovery

[Keona.]

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

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Lucky.  Strong willed and private, the tiny dealer's mind was a closed off wall.  A fortress.  It would be a conscious effort to let someone in.  To listen.  Or speak.  An unintentional reprieve for Vayne.

The petite wildcat's ears twitched.  Pale hues idly shifting towards the voices.  The youth gathered.  Identified the concern with gentle curiosity.  Brows creased in thought as she listened.  Hadn't caught Danny saying anything about dying... Interesting.  Perhaps...

"Vayne?" Soft.  Keona didn't want to overwhelm the poor girl.  "If it's a headache, we could always talk to Roan," gentle suggestion.  Even though the fae felt... Otherwise.  Simply wanted to put it out there.

"But perhaps you could try something for me?" Tentative.  Certainly didn't want to push.  But it was good to know.  To understand one's abilities.  Vayne needed to know.  "Let's make it like a game." They were all young after all.  Might as well engage them.  Maybe it'd relax them a little too.  Offer some ease.

"I want everyone to be very quiet.  And think of a word.  Any word." Maybe it'd seem silly but... Well.  Silly worked.  "And Vayne, I want you to tell me everyone's words.  Don't overthink it or try to guess.  Just wait and listen."

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