waiting for love [★] making supply baskets

Keona Ní Faoláin — the blind dealer
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Keona flicked her ears.  Disinterested in the response the owl had incited.  Encouraging more rage or discontent.  She had a task set before her.  She intended to see it to completion.  Thoughtfully, she inclined her head towards the sound of Diya's voice.  "Michael and Salem," she offered quietly, tail twitching.

"And me!" Natyli would cut in suddenly, grinning.  Salem's interest in the Pitt had reminded her... She wanted to check on someone.  "I'd like to go too."

Keona blinked at her, shoulders loose in a shrug.  Okay.  "'an Natyli.  You can come too though if you want to." She wasn't going to stop anyone from tagging along.  Four would probably do though, all things considered.  Didn't need to bring a massive party anywhere.

The tiny wildcat hummed softly.  Thinking on what was already brought.  No true theme in mind.  Just aid.  "If we have any food, maybe salted for lasting longer -- 'm sure that'd be appreciated."

"keona" "natyli"

come and fly away with me!

[align=right]Natyli Roux — the chimera