moving [★] GLADIATOR

[roan ;]

[align=center][div style="width: 45%; text-align: justify; font-size: 12pt; letter-spacing: -1px; font-family: times new roman;"]♡ — There was some level of disappointment that came to Roan when his half sister told him that he couldn't carry the knife for her, but it didn't last exceedingly long. If it was really as dangerous as she said, he doubted that mama would be glad to see him carrying it, and he really didn't want to deal with angry Roxie. It was bad enough after he went wandering into the woods on his own and ran into Maali. Besides, at least it didn't seem as though he couldn't be of any use. Although he couldn't carry the dangerous blade around for Keona, she did mention that she would need someone to help her find her way without poking anyone. That was perfect for him! He was great at grabbing people's attention, and if Keona needed people to keep out of the way so that she didn't jab anybody on accident? He could certainly help with that.

He opened his mouth to say as much, but was interrupted by the approach of his mother, no doubt drawn over by her own curiosity, as well as worry over the appearance of a blade. Looking up with wide eyes, Roan grinned a little bit before saying excitedly to his mama, "Dia dhuit, mama! We get to help Keona more her stuff!" To most it would've seemed like an incredibly mundane task, but to Roan? He was still at the ripe age where any sort of change like this was exciting, and.he knew the feeling of moving places as well, what with his mother having moved them into a bigger home recently. He couldn't even imagine how Keona must've been feeling, moving into a new place all on her own, without anybody like Greed or his mama. He made a mental note to visit her often, just in case she needed company to stave off the loneliness.

The next to approach the little scene was Salem, and Roan felt his eyes light up as soon as he faced the other. He immediately recognized the feline from his first meet and greet, and he remained utterly fascinated by the gourd that was wrapped securely around his face. He was suggesting what they should do, and Roan found himself eagerly nodding before he could really process what was being said. He wasn't sure exactly what he was doing, but his heart was in it, and he found himself racing down ahead. He called off of the steps as he stumbled down them, fluffing himself up to make himself as large as possible as he yelled, "Guys! Get outta the way! Keona's gotta move, and she doesn't wanna accidentally poke anybody!" The kit's methods were blunt and messy, but he was getting results. Most of those who had been nearby in front of Keona's path looked at the boy in confusion, before they moved away, evidently either to follow his orders, or just to avoid him.