brush fingers with your creator // joiner + injured

[roan ;]

[align=center][div style="width: 45%; text-align: justify; font-size: 12pt; letter-spacing: -1px; font-family: times new roman;"]♡ — The tang of blood upon the breeze was a scent that Roan had learned of only recently, when he had accidentally cut his leg during his ill fated attempt to fly. It was an unpleasant scent overall, and the coppery taste that filled his mouth when he scented it nearly made the boy recoil, his nose wrinkling and his eyes narrowing a little bit as he tried to figure out what the source of it was. His tracking skills weren't so great yet, so he was having a bit of trouble until two figures went rushing by him, evidently towards whatever had been injured. The first was his big half sister, Keona, and the other was his cousin, Goldie. Both figures were important people in his life, so if his curiosity hadn't already been piqued up to that point, it certainly was now. Ears perking up a little bit, the boy pushed himself up from his position in the sand and hurriedly raced after Goldie, his tiny paws carrying him right on her heels. The boy of course knew very little about healing beyond what he could parse out just from watching, so it was doubtful that he'd be of any help in that area. However, he could always provide emotional support to whoever was hurt. The little draconic kit liked to think of himself as pretty good at cheering others up, and he could make sure that this newcomer was distracted while they were treated.

Before long, the little group came upon the injured Ska'arq, and Roan found himself blinking in surprise at the male's appearance. Despite being of draconic descent, Roan had never actually seen a dragon before, save for within the pages of his storybooks. Still, it was sort of... exciting, seeing a creature that was like him. They certainly weren't the exact same, but they both had the horns and the wings that separated Roan from all of the other kits that he had met, and he found himself excitedly stumbling over to in front of Ska'arq, eyes lit up. The boy could hear both Keona and Goldie speaking in the background, but his attention was focused fully on the newcomer, his tiny paws aching to reach out and touch one of the other's horns. The child managed to restrain himself, however, mumbling out softly, "Oh. You're like me..." When his cousin spoke up again from behind him, Roan was seemingly broken from his trance, lifting his head and looking at her for a moment before turning back to the brightly colored dragon. He meowed softly, looking a little apologetic for his odd greeting – although his sheepishness was swiftly replaced by excitement, "Ah... yeah! Yeah, my cousin Goldie and Keona can fix you up really well! They're really good at stuff like this!"