SOOTHSAYER ❝ ROAN ❞ THE TYPHOON

Roan had really never been much of an artist, even when he had been just a kit still living within his mama's home. He had admittedly attempted some amateur drawings once or twice when he was feeling curious about what he could make, but they had always ended up coming out rather haphazard. The scrawling and shaky lines, combined with his own developing perfectionist attitude, had caused the young feline to abandon the hobby before he had ever truly started it. He hoped things would be different for Torsten, however, since his little brother deserved to have something that he could be passionate about, and enjoy doing in his downtime. Whether that ended up being drawing or something else, Roan would always be eager to support him, even if he occasionally didn't have the time to support him in a very hands on way. Thankfully, Torsten and his siblings did have each other and both of their moms for that support, so hopefully his absence wouldn't be too harshly felt.

At the moment, however, Roan had a bit of time off, seeing as things had slowed down in The Typhoon as of late. Without as much hustle and bustle throughout the group, there was less of a risk of injuries happening, which meant the soothsayer didn't need to spend every hour of the day treating wounds or searching for herbs. He still dedicated a large portion of his time to scavenging for supplies for the temple, of course, but he had some time to unwind and go check on Torsten. Curious about what his little brother had decided to draw with his time, the zombified feline made his way over, his tail twitching slowly behind him. Tilting his stitched up head to one side, Roan inspected the messy drawings before asking curiously, "Hello, Torsten. What is it that you're drawing? They're all very... unique." Even if Torsten's drawings had been a little bit more easily identifiable, the medic still probably wouldn't have known what to say. He was far from any sort of art critic.

SOOTHSAYER ❝ ROAN ❞ THE TYPHOON

Despite Roan's rather sour usual nature, the soothsayer couldn't help smiling slightly when Torsten grinned up at him. His little brother seemed so delighted with his own drawings, and it wasn't as if the zombified feline wanted to bring him down. So, once Torsten had pointed out what he had been attempting to draw, the medic let out an appreciative little hum before mumbling, "Animals, huh? I guess it makes sense that would be your first choice, considering it's what you see the most of." Although, Roan did have to wonder if Torsten had actually seen a turtle outside of pictures. His kid brother seemed so obsessed with the tiny reptilian creatures, surely he must have encountered one out in the wild properly by now? However, the stitched up feline wasn't given too much time to dwell on that, since Torsten was asking him a question, and then there was drawing paper flying freely through the air.

Luckily for the both of them – since Roan wasn't sure of how easy it would've been for him to grab the paper – Xhocoatl managed to snatch it back out of the air. The soothsayer found himself tensing up slightly at the other's presence, not particularly liking strangers around his siblings, but he soon managed to calm himself down. After all, Xho was a member of The Typhoon, even if he was new. Taking a deep breath to let the fur along his spine settle, Roan temporarily glanced up when Paintbrush came to settle nearby. As usual, the liger's closeness caused his fur to itch, although he didn't say anything about it. The other calling himself "Roan's friend" did cause the medic to pause, however. Not because he didn't consider Paintbrush a friend, but rather because he was unused to making new friends these days, especially ones as quickly formed as his friendship with Paint. Shaking that from his mind for now, Roan turned back towards Torsten, muttering, "I think that drawing with you sounds like it would be nice, Torsten. Although, you might be better off with Paint. I have the artistic ability of a rock." That wasn't quite true, since he wasn't terrible, he just had a lack of practice. However, he had a habit of seeing anything he didn't have natural talent in as being unneeded.