one voice [★] howl

[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

Annoyance or alarm had hardly been intended.  Her voice gently fading off to a softer sound, then silence.  Ear flicking in acknowledgement as her brother spoke.  Slight amusement.  Roan certainly didn't need to worry about her.  Howls weren't necessarily for alarm... No.  She knew better than that.

Affection.  Those songs could be for affection.  Familial.  Reassurance.  Friendly.  Of course, she'd been curious more than anything.  The simple admittance of such resting on her tongue when her ears perked back up.  Sightless hues sharpening as she heard the response.  A small smile tugging at her lips.  Something soft and pleased unfurling in her chest.  Proud.

"Truthfully, I was just curious," she murmured, her tail beginning to wag slightly.  The expression of joy strange, but not ingenuine.  Revealing more than her quiet words. "But... I may have also wanted to see..." To see if Danny would hear her.  And if he'd reply.  To see how much stronger his howl was since he was a pup.  She still remembered.

She couldn't place her paws on it, but it made her happy.  He sounded much more confident now.  His howl.  A wolf's voice.  It ran deeper than simple canine instinct.  She didn't mind encouraging it.  Faoláin meant wolf after all.

The tail wagging she could do without.  It felt kind of silly to the private-minded fae.  Yet wag it did.  Pleased.

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