SISTER | return

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If I fall, get knocked down, pick myself up off the ground

Salem smelled less like pumpkins, though that crisp autumn scent still lingered around him.  The tiny dealer still recognized her best friend, pausing as she was about to pass, enjoying the sound of the waves.  With a blink, Keona padded forward, conscious that her friend was a quiet soul.  He may not like too much attention.  Some odd possessiveness inside her protested; he shouldn't mind her at least, right?

The fae reached out, albeit a tad hesitantly, to lightly prod the kodkod's cheek, brows creased in thought.  Just fur.  No pumpkin.

She'd never known him to step into public view without it.  In private settings, sure.  During late-night reading and drifting off, a pumpkin adorning one's head often became cumbersome.  But she felt as though... Perhaps he had lost it.  The tip of her tail flicked.

Somewhat sheepishly, she barked out a soft, "hey," pulling her paw back and shifting to a seat besides the water.  Since the ocean tried to swallow both of them up, Keona had grown a little more wary of the shore.  The gentle push and pull still lulled her.  She could still feel the ocean's call, knew if she reached out, she could connect to the water.  But she preferred to stay on the sand.

"You feelin' better?"

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