LAST OF THE REAL ONES / capture

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✯ — keona sibéal ó faoláin. female. minnow of the typhoon. blind. rusty spotted cat.  ref. bio.

The tiny fae would not consider the air of the desert 'fresh'.  She longed to taste the salt of the sea.  The coolness brought on by the ocean. This was a dry place.  She hated it.  More than anything. More than thunder.  More than heights.  She only hated Valkyr more.  For he was the reason she was here instead of home.  He was the reason she felt jumpy and wary of her own mind, now on more guard than ever. She spent hours simply perfecting mental sheilds, and even then, they had gone untested.

So she frowned - nearly downright scowled - when her captor had brought her out.  The child was a restless one, and fidegy, hyperactive, moreso in this unfamiliar place, but she stood rather stiffly following the Sha.  Her tail twitched. Ear flicked.  Her pale sea-green hues flickered upward absently, towards the sound of Valkyr's voice, but soon dropped again, trying to track whom she was supposed to be 'looking' at.  She already knew though.

Junji. The two weren't close, but she knew who he was well enough.  Knew the sound of his voice.  Knew, without realizing she knew, the feeling of his presence, as her subconscious worked to recognize everyone she encountered in whatever way it could.

She said nothing though, a firm, almost scared, sort of resolve dancing in her sightless eyes.

tá mé i dtiúin — ✯