just another day - open; intro

[Keona.]

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

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Considering a distinct lack of sight, the dealer's collection of books was her own.  Braille.  Most of them came from her uncle.  Three years worth of gifted books.  Encouragement.  She loved stories.  She loved knowledge.  She loved reading.  Her eyes wouldn't keep her from doing so.

Since her personal collection was kept in the sky parlor, she didn't go into the lighthouse very often.  But given her recent change in form, the dire wolf could be found visiting every location on the island.  Re-familiarizing herself with the routes and time taken to make trips.

Keona found it strange to travel up the steps of the lighthouse so quickly.  Ears flicking back.  Sightless sea-green hues soft in curiosity.  It felt like no time compared to how long it took before.  Strange.  She considered lingering for a few moments.  The building was often so quiet.  Peaceful.  A gentle respite from the constant overlap of voices within the tavern.

She just didn't like being so high up...

... And she didn't feel entirely alone.  Blinking at an unfamiliar voice.  Her sense of auras further supporting the discovery.  Head tilting lightly towards the sound. "I wouldn't say it's easy to carry them up here," she murmured, wondering if her uncle Raziel ever brought any up.  Probably.  Knowing him.

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