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[div style="width: 360px; font-family: palatino; color: #2a4971; text-align: left; padding-top: 15px; padding-left: 10px; letter-spacing: 2px;"]Idir brí is idir muir, Tá mé i dtiúin
The petite wildcat had a single necklace. A seashell shaped into a flower. A gift. It was the only jewelry, the dealer ever wore. She simply found little point in adorning herself with much. Unnecessary. But she did like her necklace. Very much.
Keona still enjoyed little things like seashells. Rocks that were entirely smooth under her tiny paws. She may not know what color they were, but she enjoyed the way they felt. Little reminders of the sea.
She might've passed by Torsten had her ears not caught the slight sounds of movement. She paused, curious. Quiet as he was, she suspected he was probably very focused.
"Aloha," she offered up softly, reluctant to interrupt the other's workflow. "What're you up to?"
[/td][/tr][/table]Keona still enjoyed little things like seashells. Rocks that were entirely smooth under her tiny paws. She may not know what color they were, but she enjoyed the way they felt. Little reminders of the sea.
She might've passed by Torsten had her ears not caught the slight sounds of movement. She paused, curious. Quiet as he was, she suspected he was probably very focused.
"Aloha," she offered up softly, reluctant to interrupt the other's workflow. "What're you up to?"
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