DIFFERENT NAMES FOR THE SAME THING / fishing

[roan ;]

[align=center][div style="width: 45%; text-align: justify; font-size: 12pt; letter-spacing: -1px; font-family: times new roman;"]♡ — Roan was small, childish, and curious, as well as utterly unaware of what had gone on within the Pitt. There were many times where the young boy heard the mutterings of the name of the hostile group, especially when his mother was speaking to someone else, but that didn't mean he knew the meaning behind it. He knew nothing of the cruelty and savagery that the desert dwelling group had inflicted upon those around him, as well as those within other groups. He knew nothing of why Goldie was only around half the time, the leader only sometimes available to play with when the young kitten mewed at his mother. Thankfully, it seemed as though the times were changing, and Goldie would soon once again be among then regularly, with her confidence and her strong voice and her games that made Roan extremely excited to play them. He still didn't know why she had ever been gone, but when his mama had told him that Goldie would soon be returning permanently, he had been over the moon. After all, she was family.

Usually, when Roan went out in the mornings to play along the beach, there was no one out on the sea, save for a couple of more rambunctious crew members that liked swimming or trying to leap over the waves. However, today there was something of great interest to the child on the blue sea – Goldie. Or, more specifically, Goldie in a little boat. Or well, not that little, since it was able to hold the much larger captain, but it still looked small from the shore. Roan was practically bouncing with excitement when he caught sight of the boat many feet away, and he found himself padding up to the edge of the water... only to stop. Even though he had been learning how to swim, he wasn't confident that he could swim out that far... however, he had an idea. A really good idea. Grinning, the boy whipped around to start meowing enthusiastically at Kal, the crocodile looking distinctly unamused, "Kal! Kal, I need you to take me out to see Goldie! I wanna say hi!" The croc seemed hesitant, but Roan wouldn't stop bouncing around constantly, so finally the creature relented, moving forward into the water and floating so that Roan could leap utop his back, crouching down so that he could stay secure.

Kal cut through the water smoothly, and it was a good thing that the sea was fairly calm, at least for the moment, as both the crocodile and Roan reached the boat without much fuss. Roan managed to pull himself onto the boat with a little bit of a grunt, his tiny wings flapping hard to help him the rest of the way onto the vessel. Once he was on, he smiled and ran over to Goldie, chirping cheerfully, "Dia dhuit, Goldie! I got Kal to take me out here so that I could say hi! So... hi! What're you doing?" The child tilted his head curiously to one side as he looked up at the captain, his gaze eventually flicking to look over the side of the vessel down at the water below.