06-06-2018, 03:57 PM
✯ — keona sibéal ó faoláin.
Keona had a list of other places she could be, and she preferred them all to here. No good ever came from being surrounded by the snotty elite. Not to mention she absolutely despised wearing dresses. Yet here the youngest ó Faoláin was, complete with a flowing sea-green gown and a mess of bright red curls. After an hour of attempting to do something with said hair, Keona's uncle had finally given up, much to her relief. She liked it down, and the flower crown her father jokingly sat atop it remained. She liked that too.
This party was important, for some reason, and no matter how she bribed or reasoned, the young girl had been dragged into it. She still did not see why they could not just leave her at home, though they must have spent an hour or more discussing it. The ó Faoláin family were literal royalty, though Keona had to wonder just how many actually knew that. Thus, attendance was mandatory, and they were not leaving the young princess home alone.
The blind heir had managed to convince her father to allow her seeing eye-dog, a German shepherd named Tara, along. If that bothered anyone - Keona was not oblivious to the feeling of angry eyes - the girl clearly did not care. Having Tara at her side, as she had learned over her time with the intelligent canine, meant less people bothering her. Perhaps Tara was a little intimidating. Whatever the case, Keona felt more relaxed with her dog than a walking stick.
The youth huffed, muttering about her dress, as she entered the room. Despite her distain, she tilted her chin, revealing a pair of sightless, but immensely fiery and determined sea-green eyes. If she looked, and acted, like a regal badass, with an intimidating Tara at her side, nobody would bother her and she could just get this night over.
This party was important, for some reason, and no matter how she bribed or reasoned, the young girl had been dragged into it. She still did not see why they could not just leave her at home, though they must have spent an hour or more discussing it. The ó Faoláin family were literal royalty, though Keona had to wonder just how many actually knew that. Thus, attendance was mandatory, and they were not leaving the young princess home alone.
The blind heir had managed to convince her father to allow her seeing eye-dog, a German shepherd named Tara, along. If that bothered anyone - Keona was not oblivious to the feeling of angry eyes - the girl clearly did not care. Having Tara at her side, as she had learned over her time with the intelligent canine, meant less people bothering her. Perhaps Tara was a little intimidating. Whatever the case, Keona felt more relaxed with her dog than a walking stick.
The youth huffed, muttering about her dress, as she entered the room. Despite her distain, she tilted her chin, revealing a pair of sightless, but immensely fiery and determined sea-green eyes. If she looked, and acted, like a regal badass, with an intimidating Tara at her side, nobody would bother her and she could just get this night over.
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