[div style="width: 45%; text-align: justify; font-size: 12pt; letter-spacing: -1px; font-family: times new roman;"]♡ — Despite his very recent brief absence away from home, Roan had already begun to make an effort to get out and see others again. Perhaps this was partially because of how much it hurt to look at his mother and see the wounds he had inflicted upon her, and partially just because Roan was an inherently social creature. Especially since he had been gone for just over a week, and if the new scents he kept passing by were anything to go by, new people had joined while he was on his brief stint at the Pitt. The boy couldn't just let any new faces go without giving them a proper greeting, so when one of the new scents passed by his house that morning, the apprentice bid his mother goodbye, practically flinging himself out the door before he heard a response. His paws kicked up sand as he raced across the beach, occasionally throwing himself upwards to glide a short distance before he came back down to the earth. His wings were still too small to carry him too far, but at least they added a bit of speed, especially when he was trying to catch someone before they disappeared on him again.

When Roan eventually reached where Gamelia was setting up her sandcastle, the draconic feline found himself frozen for a moment, eyes wide. It wasn't clear whether or not Roan was shocked more by the dragoness's appearance, or the activity that she had chosen to partake in. Either way, the siamese managed to snap out of his shock before long, moving the rest of the way over a bit more carefully this time – he didn't want to knock over Gamelia's carefully crafted sand structure. Once he was close enough to see the unusual dragon up close, he breathed out in amazement, "Hey there, miss. I don't think we've met yet... my name's Roan." Turning his blue gaze then to the partially made castle she had, he gestured a paw at it before continuing, "Do you think maybe I could help you with this? I love making things." He liked making things far more than destroying things, anyways, and it felt as though he was doing a lot more of the latter lately.
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[div style="width: 45%; text-align: justify; font-size: 12pt; letter-spacing: -1px; font-family: times new roman;"]♡ — Roan was slightly startled by the appearance of none other than his father, but not unpleasantly so. He had just become so used to Seamus lingering in the shadows that it was always a surprise when he came to actively participate. Despite this, the draconic male immediately grinned at his father, saying cheerfully, "Dia dhuit, Da!" The greeting was simple, but warm, especially as Roan pressed briefly into the other male's side. When Gamelia spoke up again, the apprentice was pleased to hear her friendly words, his eyes drifting to the pile of tools she gestured towards. Nodding happily, Roan rushed over to the pile, grabbing a bucket to fill with sand, along with a few other tools. While filling the bucket with sand, he also nabbed a few seashells from the shore, intent on making use of them as decorations.

When he returned nearby, he flipped the bucket over, letting the structure form and smiling when it held together. It felt nice to build something, rather than hurt. The thought made his mouth turn down for a moment, before he hastily turned to Gamelia, "I'm gonna try to make a nice regal castle. One that my mama will like... and then we can really impress her with the whole kingdom that we all make!" Even after his gift and his mother's joy at his return, the feline still felt the need to keep making it up to Roxanne.
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