Momma had been missing for the better half of the day, had sent Lawkit in the fit's of a panic. It was a slow realization, that momma hadn't been there within the borders- off to do something or other for the clan, but momma was hurting- and hurting led to recklessness. It led to people being hurt and it led to Lawkit being scared. Seldom was the time that Lawkit found his voice now: the sanctity of his security robbed in the night with Samantha's passing- but for once that morning the only words he could utter were his mother's, a plead that fell into reassurances from some and only pitched his desperation before- when she returned back Lawkit had sulked, silently- away from the rest of the group. Trying to calm himself and his nerves but that wasn't how it worked- looking at the waves was not calming, the sand under his feet was not grounding: Lawkit still felt- helpless- useless. He needed to do something- anything to prevent his home- his family from getting hurt- again.

it hung in the air; the silent promise like a hemlock bush of bristles. Lawkit couldn't stand it; childishly wanting to fight the inevitable- he wanted immortality for his family, wanted them to never leave him. His siblings his older cousins- wanted them safe and well. wanted the happy he felt selfish with it- these people were his and it was his job to take care of them: wasn't it? That's what a big brother was for- right?

The soothsayer's words spoke into lawkit's mind: cutting at the fog that lingered there and clearing lawkit with a sudden thought- a soothsayer: roan's job was essential to the typhoon- he was a healer. He was the one that people went to for injuries; for issues. Lawkit remembered that, Roan was the single member of the typhoon that knew how to fix something- if lawkit had an issue: it was his temple that the creature sought out.

Now, he was offering a place for lawkit to learn the same practice.

Lawkit's wings were in full spread, even as the ached; yellow spots from lovekit's paint unwashed from the fledgling feathers- but the brilliant gold of lawkit's natural spotting shined in the light. His eyes a blaze of silver as he landed a foot away from the soothsayer- a solemn look in his eyes but determination: Lawkit will help his family, and this was the first option open to him: protect them in the ways that roan protected the clan- lawkit wanted that.

"[glow=Grey,2,300]I want to learn. Learn how to help[/glow]" Lawkit's voice cracked slightly, voice still hoarse and quiet usually held firm. His stance only showed that.

/def interest!

[glow=#5E5E5E,2,300]The dark doesn't frighten me[/glow]

the thing, was law wasn't precisely well under pressure- he hadn't been pushed to that limit. the fight or flight steady thrumm of fear that lawkit felt for most of his recent month had been because of the almost radio silence of his mother: lawkit was insecure about a lot of things, but before the entire situation blew over- law was an avid reader. Recent events had drawn him closer towards the temple than ever, and it meant knowledge. Sparse as it was- law enjoyed picking up that knowledge. Flower knowledge, simple herbs: as Salem and Paola both spoke up- law's stutter and their voices silencing him- law found the silence and broke it with his own voice.

"[glow=grey,2,300]poppy is known as a flower for death, that counts for something.[/glow]" Lawkit offered, his tail swaying behind him, not agitated but... nervous, anticipatory. "[glow=grey,2,300]taking too much could cause death. But that's the same with every herb in the right amounts.[/glow]" He didn't know about doc leaves, but he knew about marigold, because it was pretty and- well commonly found here. "[glow=grey,2,300]Marigold helps sooth irritated skin or fur, it's also easy to grow. Even poppies are finicky.[/glow]"

[glow=#5E5E5E,2,300]The dark doesn't frighten me[/glow]