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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 fae perks her ears at the ringing bell, pale hues blinking as she quickly turned towards the sound. Perhaps she should start patrolling the border daily given the intake of newcomers.
This newcomer seemed on top of matters, calling out their name and intentions without any prompting. Keona inclined her head upwards, partially relieved to have a voice to track before having to say a word herself. Paintbrush Osiris. Artsy.
"Aloha," she offered quietly. "Welcome to the Typhoon then. 'm Keona Ní Faoláin, a dealer here."
[/td][/tr][/table]This newcomer seemed on top of matters, calling out their name and intentions without any prompting. Keona inclined her head upwards, partially relieved to have a voice to track before having to say a word herself. Paintbrush Osiris. Artsy.
"Aloha," she offered quietly. "Welcome to the Typhoon then. 'm Keona Ní Faoláin, a dealer here."
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