a crow [★] nights

[Keona.]

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

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Imprinted.  Seas.  Keona sighed, still thinking. "She's young, I think." But it was only a guess.  She could not see the youthful plumage.  The slight lack of grace to her flight.  It was just a feeling.  "... I thought she might have a flock to get back to."

The crow in question seemed somewhat perturbed, making a show of rustling her feathers and wings.  Lost but stubborn.  Keona didn't want to give her a name.  What right did she have to do so?  "..."

"Fala."  Crow.  Call her what she was.  Strange sense of... Accuracy to the weight of it on her tongue.  Either Fala agreed or already called herself that... The wolf found it difficult to pinpoint or care.  Exasperated.  She hadn't really been thinking the other night, it'd simply been raining.

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