SOOTHSAYER ❝ ROAN ❞ THE TYPHOON

The only piece of jewelry that Roan really cared for was the quartz earring that was pierced through his right ear. Even then, he only really cared about it because it signified him as a healer, something that he prided himself on, even through all the hardships it brought him. It wasn't as if he was his uncle – he had never fawned over fine jewelry, nor had he lost his mind at a particularly shiny bit of rock. However, this didn't prevent the soothsayer from approaching when he noticed what Torsten was doing. After all, it would've been rude, ignoring his little brother when the other was trying to put together a touching gesture.

So, the zombified feline came padding up beside Keona, lightly flicking his tail against his half-sister's spine in order to let her know he was there. He then spoke to Torsten, his head cocked to one side as he inspected the various different sizes of necklaces that lay before him, "Hey, Torsten... are you planning to hand those out around the group? I'm sure that people will appreciate them." Most within the Typhoon would know how rude it would be to refuse the gift of a child that was Torsten's age, so Roan didn't worry about his feelings being hurt. Of course, that was as long as he avoided trying to give one to Aphra – Roan didn't put being a bitch about a stone necklace past her.

THE LESS I KNOW, THE BETTER

To be quite honest, Finn wasn't all that interested in jewelry. While he knew it was one of their traditions to have a charm earring when they got older, he would much rather prefer a bracelet or necklace if he had to choose. So, whenever he found any jewelry on his shell hunts, he often gave it away. Perhaps this would change if he felt some sort of sentimental value for them? At the moment, Finnegan had no clue how to answer that question.

Walking along, he noticed the small group forming around his brother, deciding to see what they were up to. Sitting down beside Roan, the black and gray tom would peer at Torsten's supplies, head tipped. "What'cha up to, Tortie?" Finn would ask in a silly tone of voice, something that was slightly out of character for the child. Necklaces huh? Well... since it was his brother, maybe he would take one if he was offered a chance, even if it was something he didn't normally like. The last thing he wanted to do was hurt one of his siblings' feelings, after all.

THE LESS I KNOW, THE BETTER

Purring as his mouth licked his head, Finn would smile up at her. "Hi, momma." The beta would greet the she-cat, tiny tail flicking. Then, as Torsten bounded forward, he had no time to react as a necklace was placed around his neck, nose booped during the process. Letting out a squeak of surprise, Finnegan shook his head, looking down at the shiny rock now hanging down by his chest. Lifting with a paw to get a better look, the child turned back to his brother. "It looks great, Tortie, thanks! I'll wear it forever." Finn said encouragingly. Ok ok... he had to admit, this necklace was the coolest he had ever received yet. Why, you ask? Because his brother made it. Nothing could beat a homemade gift, that's for sure. "What kind of rock did you get, momma?" He would ask, looking back up at Diya with curious eyes.

SOOTHSAYER ❝ ROAN ❞ THE TYPHOON

Roan's first assumption on what the other was doing had been right, but that wasn't a bad thing. It was nice to see Torsten out and interacting with everyone, and he would never discourage his brother from showing a bit of kindness to other members of the group. Roan found a small smile curling on his muzzle as Diya approached, his stitched up tail flicking beside him as he spoke to her, "Hey Diya... I'm doing alright. Tired... but that's the usual." He was less tired as of late, considering he had Rosemary to help him out, but he still had his duties to attend to. He had always been a bit of a workaholic, something that had a tendency to run in his family – he could only hope this wasn't a sign that Torsten would be one too.

Refocusing his attention towards the necklaces, he let a small smile quirk at the edges of his muzzle as he pulled the necklace close, and into his paws. He ran the pads of his paw lightly over the stone, a hum leaving him before he slipped it on. The soothsayer then purred, the firm weight of the rock against his chest fluff, "Thank you, Torsten. It's very pretty, and it helps me accessorize along with my bag." He motioned briefly at his herb satchel, which sat against his hip as usual. He then suggested, his gaze flicking towards the beach, "You should also be sure to give one to our uncle, Michael. He's a big fan of jewelry, so I'm sure he'd appreciate it. And your other mama too, of course." Not that either Michael or Roxie really needed more jewelry, but this piece had sentimental value.