02-19-2021, 03:00 AM
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[div style="max-width: 360px; font-family: palatino; color: #2a4971; text-align: left; padding-top: 8px; padding-left: 10px; letter-spacing: 2px; font-size: 13px;"]Idir brí is idir muir, Tá mé i dtiúin
The same ocean carried Keona to shore once. Many, many moons ago. Years. Far gentler that day. Though a sadness had still lingered. The tiny wildcat still held some vague memories. The crew her father led. The crew they left behind for something more stable. More land-based, but still... Close to the sea. A new crew.
She had little left but the imprints. Singing voices. Laughter. She was too young. Now, they were off. Still sailing no doubt. Living free. A band of light-hearted faerie pirates. Led by a new captain. She hoped nothing had happened to them, knew her father worried sometimes, but... How would they ever know?
The cry reached the petite dealer about the same moment she nearly stumbled over some of the wreckage. Ears perking in alarm. Followed by Michael's voice. Addressing the source. Twitching her ears, the tiny wildcat made her way over very carefully, pale sea-green hues sharp.
"You'll be safe here," she added softly, nodding as Michael spoke. "And can rest in the tavern, if you need to."
[/td][/tr][/table]She had little left but the imprints. Singing voices. Laughter. She was too young. Now, they were off. Still sailing no doubt. Living free. A band of light-hearted faerie pirates. Led by a new captain. She hoped nothing had happened to them, knew her father worried sometimes, but... How would they ever know?
The cry reached the petite dealer about the same moment she nearly stumbled over some of the wreckage. Ears perking in alarm. Followed by Michael's voice. Addressing the source. Twitching her ears, the tiny wildcat made her way over very carefully, pale sea-green hues sharp.
"You'll be safe here," she added softly, nodding as Michael spoke. "And can rest in the tavern, if you need to."
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