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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 listened in silence, head dipping in congratulations but uncertain where either Roan, Michael or Torsten all sat. As she expected there was much to do in the November spirit.
At the mention of Tanglewood, her pale hues flickered thoughtfully. "I'd like to accompany you, Goldie."
Like the captain, the petite dealer did not like the sudden absence of their ally. It could mean anything, and they ought to know. Keona hummed softly, head angling towards the sound of Torsten's voice, unsure. If there had been a breakout of sickness, or an intense battle... She was not so sure they should bring one of their youth.
... But perhaps she was worrying too much. Suvi's there, though.
[/td][/tr][/table]At the mention of Tanglewood, her pale hues flickered thoughtfully. "I'd like to accompany you, Goldie."
Like the captain, the petite dealer did not like the sudden absence of their ally. It could mean anything, and they ought to know. Keona hummed softly, head angling towards the sound of Torsten's voice, unsure. If there had been a breakout of sickness, or an intense battle... She was not so sure they should bring one of their youth.
... But perhaps she was worrying too much. Suvi's there, though.
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