RAISE HELL --- keona, quill, bryn

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

Quiet.  Not a problem.  The tiny feline barely made much noise as it was, more so when she desired silence.  Even so, it felt like her heart could be heard across the entire fortress.  Her paws tingled.  Her pale sea-green hues gleamed lumionously in the dark, excited and frightful.  Home. Going home.

Dutifully, the child let him go first out of the fortress, into the desert itself.  Her light paws stepped slowly and softly over the sand, holding onto the memory of the shore.  A sandy place with salt in the breeze.  A better place.  Home. When he pushed her forward, to guard their rear no doubt, the fae tried to walk a little more confidently.  Still quiet.  But unsure.

Keona just walked straight, until her uncle brought them to a stop.  Was he looking behind them?  Checking for pursuit? The striker's ears perked, her long tail slowly arching into a near question mark-like shape.  The desert's size a mystery to her, she shuffled her paws.  It had felt long when she'd been taken.  Then again, she'd been alone and frightened; the day had stretched consequently.

Her ears caught nothing but the wind.  What's wrong, Uncail? It felt too early to rest.  They needed to move.

tá mé i dtiúin — ✯