if we sail together — joiners

[Keona.]

✯ —keona sibéal ó faoláin. female. child. ref. bio.

Sand.  Keona pressed her paws deeper into the new substance.  She mouthed the word first, getting a feel for it.  "San!" Oh no, the kitten's brows creased momentarily in bewilderment, that did not sound right.  Was that what he said?  The tiny she-cat ran in another circle, very nearly tripping over her father's tail with a giggle, before coming to a skidding stop back at his feet, looking ready to try the word again, but quickly distracted.  Join? A new crew?  What was wrong with their old crew?

She tilted her head up towards the sound of her father's voice, eyes flickering, pressing a tiny paw against his leg. "Papa? Staying here?" Keona was not sure she liked that idea entirely.  She began to pout, about to demand why they had left their old crew behind, but another new voice, saying words of welcome, halted her.  She supposed, all things considered, none of the people here sounded bad or mean.  But what if she missed everybody?  What if this new crew did not like her or her father?  What if they did not sing and tell her bedtime stories?

Determined not to cry although she'd very much like to - crying, as she had figured out, did get her things sometimes but something told her not this time - she pressed against her father's side.  "'m Keona," she mumbled, not entirely minding that her father had already introduced her, so there was little need.  She was supposed to, if she remembered correctly, give her name in turn for someone else's to make it a fair trade, and Miss Argus had told them hers.

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