SET FIRE TO OUR BED ☆ "flight"

[roan ;]

[align=center][div style="width: 45%; text-align: justify; font-size: 12pt; letter-spacing: -1px; font-family: times new roman;"]♡ — Thankfully for Roan – and really thankfully for any poor unfortunate soul that was around to hear Roan's cacophony of pained wails – he was not left alone with his pain for long. Tears had been slipping, fat and wet, from the corners of his eyes, dampening his cream fur and leaving it an uglier tan color, when his Mother rushed over, all big worried eyes and motherly aura. He looked up immediately when he smelled her scent, his wailing silencing to mere whimpering as he squeaked, paws reaching out, "Mama... mama!" Soon enough, the boy was being pulled into his mother's warm and fluffy arms, Roxanne leaving soft and chaste kisses on his head and face as wings encircled him. He was still crying, but gradually his whimpers and sobs silenced, becoming nothing more than soft sniffles of pain that came along with the occasional tear. It took several long moments of Rox's gentle humming for Roan to finally calm enough to focus, the small kit blinking up at her in confusion before he processed her words. It wasn't the Spanish that was foreign to him, but rather the fact that he had completely zoned out, distracted by the pain of falling and the cut on his leg. He was so used to being utterly enraptured by his Mama's words, listening closely to any questions or soft requests that she had for him, all in an effort to make sure she was happy with him. Proud of him.

Roan's heart sank as he thought to himself, eyes filling up with renewed crystal blue tears, I bet Mama isn't so proud of you right now. Can't even fly. He shook his head at that disapproving and tutting voice in his head, a soft whine leaving him. Looking back up at Roxanne, Roan hesitated for only a moment – mainly to once again go over what she had said to him before he had completely blocked everything out – before he finally spoke again, voice thick and scratchy from crying, "I'm okay, Mama. I'm okay, I promise. I just... I wanted to see if I could fly, and I fell down... im sorry. Lo siento mamá, debes estar tan decepcionada... (I'm sorry mama, you must be so disappointed)." He sniffled a little bit more before once again attempting to get up, pushing upwards with all of his four little paws. However, there was a sharp sting of pain from the cut in his flank, and soon enough he was falling back down into the sand, thankfully prevented from getting any in his eyes by his mother's caring and warm grip.

When someone besides his mother walked up to the scene as well, however, Roan felt shame and embarrassment come over in a wave over his small form. He was really being a crybaby. He wasn't supposed to be a crybaby, he was supposed to be his mama's strong boy. Ashamed of himself, Roan took a deep gasping breath inwards, letting it hang in his small lungs for a moment before he let it outwards. It put him slightly at ease, at least enough so that he could look up at Greed, eyes gleaming, "M'okay... I'm fine. I just jumped cause I was trying to fly. And I fell..." The kit then gave a little dip of his head, burying his face back in his mother's chest. The other kids were going to laugh at him.