broken bones lesson — move keep walkin'

[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 —

First one, then the other.  Thoughtful crease of brow and light downward tug on her maw, the little fae approached on soft, hesitant paws.  The knowledge her da knew about the medical field no longer surprised her, a fact established some time ago.  Keona inclined her head upwards, ears on a swivel as she tracked his voice.  Familiar position to be sitting by, listening to her da pass on something.  Old days on his ship passing through her mind, curled up at his paws as he taught one of his crew about something, though it oft held more relevance to sailing than healing.

Quietly, she sits back on her haunches, long, thicker tail wrapping neatly over her paws.  Ready to in-take something useful, perhaps, curiosity gleaming in the depths of pale sea-green hues.  Not much for healing, but always one for learning.

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