a crow [★] nights

[Keona.]

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

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Pets were not something the dealer had any remote interest in.  A sigh escaping her maw as her half-brother spoke.  Ear twitching.  She liked her independence.  Shared her time and space selectively.

Besides.  She never liked the concept... Didn't feel right to her.  Claiming ownership.  She shook her head, pale hues thoughtful.  "I'm not." A market?  Were they that popular?  Keona frowned.  "I let her in the other night.  It was raining."  Simple admission.

Crows were awful smart.  She knew that of course.  Even if the hooded crow on Tofu didn't speak... She knew the bird was smart.  So she didn't know why she didn't just... Fly away.  Much less as a crocodile beeped at it.  "She's been following me around all day," she pointed out after a moment, shoulders rolling back in a loose shrug.  Uncertain what bothered her more... Hearing Roxanne's voice from below or having a young crow attaching to her.

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