— Reggan

Roan had not had the most traditional childhood, but one couldn't truly call it bad. Just... different. His father had always been more of a shadowy presence, and while his mother had always been around, doting on him, he also knew that she had responsibilities of her own to attend to. He had actually ended up understanding more easily than most kits, considering he hadn't been too old when he had initially been promoted to the position of sage. At that point, he had his own responsibilities to worry about, and he had somewhat drifted away from his mama – although he would never go so far as to call them estranged. It also definitely wasn't as distant as Alia's relationship with her own mother would likely be. After all, Roxanne Roux was a loving and kind mother, while Roan had been forced to find out the hard way what a cold-hearted and callous liar Aphra was. He could still remember the rage in his heart that had festered after what she had pulled at Sam's death, and the betrayal that had rotted him from the inside out. He prayed silently to whatever deity above could hear him, hoping that Alia would never turn out like her demonic mother.

Making his way over when he heard the child's gentle call, it wasn't long before Roan took up his usual spot at his mother's side. He brushed his wings against his mama's side gently in greeting, practically able to see the gears in her head turning as she imagined him when he had been that young. He couldn't help the soft bit of laughter that slipped past his muzzle, his head shaking before he turned his blue gaze down to Alia. The girl's striking resemblance to Aphra would certainly be a curse later on in life, but for now he shoved it down, reminding himself gently. Just because she's related to Aphra, doesn't mean she'll turn out like her. After a long moment, the soothsayer managed to summon a small smile to his muzzle, waving a paw in greeting, "Alia... that's a pretty name. I'd be happy to be your friend, Alia. I'm Roan, and I'm the soothsayer here. So if you're ever hurt, you can feel free to come and get me." He hoped that the child wouldn't be hurt anytime soon – or ever, really – but it was better to be safe, rather than sorry.

ROAN Ó FOALÁIN-ROUX - THE TYPHOON - SOOTHSAYER

After Diya had mentioned taking away her kits, of course Aphra would be a tad defensive of them, even if she didn't particularly like them. No, her reasoning for wanting her children to stay away from the Rouxes was a petty reason - and one that was going to eventually be hard to keep track of, especially given that the Roux family practically made up the majority of The Typhoon.

Seeing Roxanne, followed by Roan, approach her daughter, Aphra came running over and tried to place a paw in front of Alia in the process. The oriental longhair's icy gaze flickered from Keona, Roxanne, and Roan, taking them in for a moment; she didn't particularly care for Keona (fortunately or unfortunately, depending on the rusty spotted cat's opinion on her) - but Roxie and Roan were people that Aphra did not want around. "Alia is fine, she doesn't need to go over your house." Aphra hissed to Roxanne, glaring at the other mother.

Of course if Alia were ever to get injured, Aphra couldn't stop Roan from trying to help her - or well, she could, but likely wouldn't, but that still didn't sway the she-cat's distrust of him nonetheless. I need to let them know not to trust the Roux family. Aphra noted to herself, his tail flicking before she sat down beside Alia, now trying to pull [member=16096]ALIA C.V.[/member] close to her, and if successful, Aphra tried to give Alia a reassuring lick.

"Chin up, dear. No need to act so shy." A condescending remark, perhaps, but Aphra wanted her children to be confident in themselves. After all, they were a product of her, so why should they hide themselves?[glow=COLOR,1,400] ━ ✧*:･ﾟ[/glow]