dance like it's the last night - party

[roan ;]

[align=center][div style="width: 45%; text-align: justify; font-size: 12pt; letter-spacing: -1px; font-family: times new roman;"]♡ — It was party time, and Roan was more than just a little bit excited. It had taken a little bit of rabid pleading and some serious puppy dog eyes in order to get his mama to agree to go, but now here he was, out of Typhoon territory and at a real, genuine party. The tiny winged kit was rushing after Roxanne with such enthusiasm that he nearly ran into his mother's leg when she stopped walking, only barely managing to skid to a stop before he did so. His wide blue eyes moved upwards once he came to a stop, a soft gasp leaving the boy when he saw the large tavern in front of them. Sure, they had a tavern back in the Typhoon, but he had never seen it all decorated like this before. It looked so exciting, and amazing, and the boy was so jittery that he couldn't stop his wings from flapping every couple of seconds. The only thing that finally got him to pay attention to those around him was the sound of his mother's voice, along with a soft pat on the head to make him tear his eyes away from his new surroundings.

As soon as he saw Feza, he grinned eagerly, immediately recognizing her for the invitation. He practically bolted forward to launch himself into a huge around one of the snow leopard's front legs, meowing happily, "Hola, Feza! It's Roan, remember me? Mama agreed to go to your party! It looks so nice!" He glanced up once again at the building, before continuing, "Are we gonna play games? Do you have fun games planned, huh? You seem like the type to have games." He was grinning, and waited a moment for her response, but the moment was gone quickly, as he noticed another Tangler nearby he had never met. Perking up with interest, the child rushed around to Kaz's front, dwarfed by the adult cheetah in front of him. Still, he didn't seem very frightened, just smiling crookedly up at Miller and saying as his tiny tail swished from side to side, "Dia dhuit, mister! I'm Roan, like my mama said... what's your name? I like your spots." There was so much for the boy to notice and be stimulated by in the new environment that it seemed as though his mind was stumbling over itself to catch up.