01-09-2020, 12:05 AM
[align=center][div style="width: 45%; text-align: justify; font-size: 12pt; letter-spacing: -1px; font-family: times new roman;"]♡ — Roan Ó Faoláin-Roux was an incredibly well kept secret.
Well, sort of. Rather, Roan had been kept less as a secret, and more of just a pleasant surprise for the others. Truthfully, the only reason he hadn't been let outside of the nursery hut up to this point was because he had been too young, and Rox had been worried about letting her child out to the cruel, cruel world. Sure, he not only had the whole of the Typhoon to protect him, but also two rather big and nasty when they wanted to be crocs, but that didn't mean it wasn't possible for him to get trampled or worse, kidnapped. Still, Roan had turned four months old a few days ago, and the child had begun getting fussy, attempting to sneak out of the hut himself because of curiosity driving him towards the outside world. Roxanne had been forced to relent when Roan had looked up at her with his big, wide, blue eyes, promising his Mother that he would be ultra super duper extra careful if he could just be allowed to go outside. Of course, this had been late at night, when all his Mother had truly wanted was for him to stop prodding at her with his horns, so she had given in, telling him that he could go out tomorrow. The boy had spent the entire night practically vibrating with excitement, not even his strange dreams managing to keep him down for a moment.
The moment that the sun had begun to rise above the horizon, Roan was up and out of the hut he had been kept in for so long, a happy grin on the child's face as he leaped out into the sand, spraying it up in all different directions. He let his bright blue eyes take in the bay all around him as he flapped his small wings, which were still far too tiny to actually lift him up at all. He had little worry about that right now, however, because he was already rushing his way through more of the sand, bouncing around and causing a rather small ruckus that made several onlookers glance over in curiosity. His tiny green horns seemed to glint in the light, and he grinned enthusiastically up at those watching, before his attention was swiftly grabbed away by the appearance of a beetle in the sand. Immediately, the child was on the hunt, his body pressing down against the warm sand as he stalked after the bug. It was several seconds before he leaped, giving a few more flaps of his wings as he pounced upon the bug, only for it to quickly skitter away.
For a moment, the child sat there pouting, clearly disheartened that his first hunting attempt had gone awry, but then he remembered why he was out of his hut in the first place. Brightening back up, the child looked around quickly, calling out, "Hey! Hey, who wants to meet me! I'm really fun t'meet, I promise!" He certainly was a bundle of energy, but he was just a child, what could you expect?
Well, sort of. Rather, Roan had been kept less as a secret, and more of just a pleasant surprise for the others. Truthfully, the only reason he hadn't been let outside of the nursery hut up to this point was because he had been too young, and Rox had been worried about letting her child out to the cruel, cruel world. Sure, he not only had the whole of the Typhoon to protect him, but also two rather big and nasty when they wanted to be crocs, but that didn't mean it wasn't possible for him to get trampled or worse, kidnapped. Still, Roan had turned four months old a few days ago, and the child had begun getting fussy, attempting to sneak out of the hut himself because of curiosity driving him towards the outside world. Roxanne had been forced to relent when Roan had looked up at her with his big, wide, blue eyes, promising his Mother that he would be ultra super duper extra careful if he could just be allowed to go outside. Of course, this had been late at night, when all his Mother had truly wanted was for him to stop prodding at her with his horns, so she had given in, telling him that he could go out tomorrow. The boy had spent the entire night practically vibrating with excitement, not even his strange dreams managing to keep him down for a moment.
The moment that the sun had begun to rise above the horizon, Roan was up and out of the hut he had been kept in for so long, a happy grin on the child's face as he leaped out into the sand, spraying it up in all different directions. He let his bright blue eyes take in the bay all around him as he flapped his small wings, which were still far too tiny to actually lift him up at all. He had little worry about that right now, however, because he was already rushing his way through more of the sand, bouncing around and causing a rather small ruckus that made several onlookers glance over in curiosity. His tiny green horns seemed to glint in the light, and he grinned enthusiastically up at those watching, before his attention was swiftly grabbed away by the appearance of a beetle in the sand. Immediately, the child was on the hunt, his body pressing down against the warm sand as he stalked after the bug. It was several seconds before he leaped, giving a few more flaps of his wings as he pounced upon the bug, only for it to quickly skitter away.
For a moment, the child sat there pouting, clearly disheartened that his first hunting attempt had gone awry, but then he remembered why he was out of his hut in the first place. Brightening back up, the child looked around quickly, calling out, "Hey! Hey, who wants to meet me! I'm really fun t'meet, I promise!" He certainly was a bundle of energy, but he was just a child, what could you expect?
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