GONE GOING ☆ retiring

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

Oh.  The tiny dealer popped out of the tavern quietly.  Ears perked and pale hues flickering towards the sound of her brother's voice in attentiveness.  Stepping down.  Oh.  She blinked.  That was fair.  While she knew some may be disheartened, even betrayed at the thought of their soothsayer retiring, the petite fae didn't want her brother to forget to care for himself.

Keona bit the inside of her cheek, the tip of her tail twitching.  If he needed space, she understood.  He was her brother.  He deserved to be cared for.  Even if that meant he might not be around for a little while.  "..."  He can take care of himself.  He needs to do this... He'll be okay. 

He'll be okay.

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