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[Keona.]

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

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Walking down from the Sky Parlor to inhale smoke was... Unusual.  The weight of the air foreign and heavy to the wolf.  Sightless hues sharpening in alarm.  Trotting down the rest of the steps and out the door, ears perked as she caught the sound of concerned voices.

The dealer coughed softly and turned, unable to gauge health aside from the sound of Harland's own coughing.  Was anyone burnt?  Something smelled burned but... It wasn't flesh, she didn't think.  Thank the seas.  She took a deeper breath, and did her best to begin moving the air.  Less familiar with this connection than to the water.  Attempting to pull the smoke towards her and push it away, upwards to dissipate.

A faint headache pressed against her skull.  Reminder that she really should practice more but... Well.  She'd give it some time later, intent towards the sound of Harland's rough breath.  "It should be clearer now, breathe slowly."

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