when somebody loved me [★] tofu the turtle

[Keona.]

[table][tr][td]

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

[/td][td]

[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

In the heart of barracuda bay a stone statue sat.  Tofu the turtle.  Worn down by weather and moons spent keeping vigil among the sand.  A precious landmark to some.  Even an annoyance to a captain of the past.  And sadly forgotten by many.

The turtle was of particular importance to the Typhoon's tiniest crewmate.  Her first physical landmark.  The place she could always locate.  A compass.  Even if she didn't know why the statue came to be... Or why it was a turtle... The petite fae had relied on Tofu for a long time.

Of course time changed things.  All children grew up.  Keona gradually needed Tofu less and less.  No longer required the little aid to navigate.  Knew the island too well to make the detour.  To double check.  And so Tofu became less and less part of her day.

Yet fondness remained.  Keona used to play in the turtle's shadow.  Climb onto the stone back.  And so in a moment of free time, the tiny wildcat found herself sitting in the turtle's silhouette once again.  Simply at ease in a place so familiar.  Quietly listening to the sounds of the bay.

[/td][/tr][/table]

© MADI