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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
Keona's ear twitched, her tail flicking in acknowledgement as Michael approached. Her sightless eyes remained on point, following the sound of the unknown voice. 'What is this place?' A stranger in entirety. Lost.
"This is the Typhoon," she offered immediately. "We're a crew."
The tiny wildcat hummed softly, familiar with the restlessness of the waves. She felt in her bones. Her soul. She knew she could pull the water closer. If she wanted. She didn't entirely believe the tom, but she felt no inclination to express it. Not her business.
"Do ya need directions? Or a place to stay?" Might as well. She had offered to help after all.
[/td][/tr][/table]"This is the Typhoon," she offered immediately. "We're a crew."
The tiny wildcat hummed softly, familiar with the restlessness of the waves. She felt in her bones. Her soul. She knew she could pull the water closer. If she wanted. She didn't entirely believe the tom, but she felt no inclination to express it. Not her business.
"Do ya need directions? Or a place to stay?" Might as well. She had offered to help after all.
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