sand art — ship to shore

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keona sibéal ní faoláin.
the typhoon.
the blind dealer.
information.

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Da.  Kian had always been that for her.  Séamus [abbr=father]athair[/abbr].  Kian had been the one who raised her.  The one who brought her to the Typhoon.  The one to fret and mother hen at times.  The one who gave her a love for song.  For the ocean.  Her direct connection to the water too... Came from him and his own.  It never surprised her to find him beside the shore.

Happy to have him back.  Unwilling to admit how uneasy it made her... Just the reminiscence of Séamus' spying days.  Even if he wasn't spying.  Just visiting.  Could return home whenever he felt.  But his back and forth wasn't quite... Organized yet...  From what she could tell anyway.  Simply based on when he felt like their cousins could use him around.

"Aloha, da," she chirped softly.  Ears perked to listen.  Salem and Roan already on top of the questions.  Her tail flicking idly.

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