11-20-2018, 12:19 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
Wary, uncertain steps carry the small fae forward. Voices, familiar and new ringing in perked ears. 'Cá bhfuil Sibi?' Cold, absent frown resting on her maw, following her unc - father's - voice. Disappointed? The striker halted beside her da, for the first time in some while, seeking Kian for guidance. Comfort. Stability. Since her talk with Séamus, she'd given up the charade of avoiding them but... She had not asked for this. "[abbr=I don't understand]Ní thuigim.[/abbr]" Were these children... Séamus'?… Uncertainty danced in her pale sea-green hues. What were they to her? Cousins? Half-siblings... Half... Brothers… With everything between her da and father, Keona felt quite disturbed at the notion of any siblings. Especially brothers. All having brothers had done for them was tear them apart… Betrayal flashed inside her eyes, turned on Séamus as she scooted closer to Kian.
"… 'm Keona..." a quiet, mumbled, reluctant introduction it is, wrought with the panic that she had more family than ever before, and they weren't just cousins. "Sibéal ó Faoláin."