11-17-2018, 12:38 PM
[div style="width: 527px; line-height: 1.4; text-align: justify; font-family: palatino; font-size: 11px;"][align=center]— blackbird singing in the dead of night, take these broken wings and learn to fly —
Before the Typhoon, Keona had none nothing but the open ocean. Within the confines of her father's ship, that is. The Typhoon had been foreign land. The first land, her paws had ever touched. They had arrived on the bay, not by the railroad, where the tiny fae found more and more newcomers by the day. This though, this was the first child she'd met here in a while.The striker, all of three moons physically, stood beneath everyone. So very small. Large, pale sea-green hues danced, flickering from every voice and scent, tracking and tracing where everyone stood. Somehow her tiny paws had carried her to Elijah's side. An appropriate distance from someone who is frightened, as she also notes, though she saw nothing with her luminous eyes. She could taste it in the air. Was the other girl simply shy, or frightened by something else?
"The Typhoon," the fae's voice is soft too, quiet, perhaps in part to lack of use -- she only spoke when she felt it necessary really -- as well as her generally hushed nature. "We're a crew." Keona speaks slowly, calm. Her introduction to the band of pirates had been frightful, but she'd been in a better state than the girl in front of her. Too young as well, perhaps, to truly understand the happenings around her. "'m Keona." She thinks maybe an introduction would calm the feline a little. Gentle, straightforward conversation. "What's your name?"