If I fall, get knocked down, pick myself up off the ground

✯ — keona sibéal ní faoláin. female. dealer of the typhoon. blind. rusty spotted cat.  ref. bio.

The concept of a game night wasn't terribly unfamiliar to Roan, considering the young sage had grown up in a household full of children. While he had once been the only little kit stumbling about Roxie's paws, he had very quickly received a bundle of siblings to watch over and play with. Although he had mixed feelings about that in the moment, nowadays he was grateful for the presence of his younger siblings, and he loved them with all of his heart. He also knew that they could all be one hell of a hassle when they were all gathered about in one place. So, it was no surprise that Roxie had occasionally encouraged them all to gather around and have little game nights. After all – what better way to distract an entire herd of children than by sitting them down and having them play games with you? At the time, Roan had never realized just how ingenious it was, and now that he was older? He couldn't say that realizing the true purpose of the game nights had ruined his memories of them. He had fun during them, after all, distraction or not.

The siamese couldn't deny that he felt a bit surprised when he heard about Keona deciding to host a game night at the tavern, however. Not only way he used to Keona being more soft spoken and kept to herself, but he hadn't really known that adults did game night as well. It seemed pretty obvious now, since there were plenty of games out there that were more adult oriented, but said nights had always felt like such a childish activity for him. He wasn't exactly about to complain about a bit of a distraction from his work, so he had decided to attend, eventually arriving to the tavern along with the small crowd of others that had already headed in. He made his way over to where the drinks were, the sage looking curiously at the different selection that was on display. The not so strong alcohol sounded tempting, especially given his rapidly approaching official adulthood, but he decided not to risk it. After all, there was a fairly large chance his mother would be attending. Long tail flicking behind him, Roan made his way over to the table Keona was sitting at, muttering, "I think I remember this game... it's pretty simple, right?" He knew it to be one of those games that could be simple juvenile fun to complete unrestrained anarchy, depending on who you were playing with.

Truth be told, Roan was glad for the fact that Natyli decided to have Keona go over the rules once again, even if they were fairly simple. The last time he had played the rather fun little game was when he was a young kit, and since then many moons had passed, along with many sleepless nights that he was sure had killed at least a few memories. He nodded his head once Keona was done with her explanation, reaching out a paw to drag over his glass of fruit punch in preparation. He wasn't sure how much he'd really be drinking, since he had some rather different experiences than most of those present, but it still seemed like a good idea to have it close. In fact, it was a very good idea, since Natyli's first question alone had him tipping back his glass with his paws, drinking a rather sizable amount of fruit punch at once. When he pulled the cup away, he muttered to the gathered group, "I flew during the meteor strike... plus a few times before that. I'm sure mama remembers my first time trying to fly." It had been a bit of a disaster, since he had gone face first down into the sand and injured his leg. At the time the memory might've brought a frown to his muzzle, but now he just found himself snorting, shaking his head at his younger self.

He supposed that he should probably say something he had never done as well, in order to keep the game moving along. It took him a moment, considering it was a lot harder to think of things that one hadn't done, rather than what they had, but eventually he spoke, tail flicking behind him, "Never have I ever... fought in a battle." Surely his mother had to have fought in some kind of battle in the past, and Aphra probably as well. He wasn't so sure about Keona, thanks to her rather small stature. She had the status, position, and history to have fought alongside her fellow Typhooners, but did she have the power as well? He wasn't too confident of that – although he'd never say so to her face.