To thine own self be true;; open - joining

[roan ;]

[div style="width: 45%; text-align: justify; font-size: 12pt; letter-spacing: -1px; font-family: times new roman;"]♡ — It was the scent of his new siblings that originally drew Roan to the shore that day, his cream and blue fur colored faintly golden in the sunlight. The young tom had his own daily goings on as well to deal with, such as the friends he had made and his medic studies, but he had promised his mama that he would keep an eye on his siblings, especially Trygve. Perhaps Roan had just inherited all of Roxanne's motherly nature, while Ry had inherited all of the mischievous excitement that sometimes got their mother into trouble. Either way, Roan knew that mama would be displeased with Ry hurting someone, which was why the siamese had a faint frown on his face as he moved over, arriving just in time to see Winnie squirming away from Ry's unneeded assault. He didn't know the feline who had tried to grab his brother, but the apprentice shot her a grateful look before addressing Ry, frowning, "Trygve! You shouldn't just do that to somebody, especially somebody new. He's lost and confused, and you just made him think we're a bunch of jerks. What would mama say?" He shook his head faintly at Ry, a soft huff of disapproving air leaving his nostrils.

Once he was done scolding his little brother, Roan chose to move his gaze towards Winnie, the subject of the whole commotion. The newcomer hardly seemed to be all that threatening, despite his natural top of the food chain advantages. The draconic feline felt his frown grow when Winnie spoke, explaining that he had just sort of washed up on the shore. Roan couldn't imagine how awful that must've been, just suddenly ending up somewhere new with no idea how you had gotten there, and nobody with you to make you feel safe. He immediately wanted to wrap Winnie up in his arms, just as his mama did with him when he was upset. Still, the boy resisted that urge, figuring that physical contact would only upset Winnie further at this point, even if it was meant to be a comfort. Instead he decided to try another way of helping – offering a home, if only temporarily. With a paw outstretched in greeting, Roan mumbled softly as he smiled at Winnie, "Hola. My name's Roan, and the island you washed up on belongs to the Typhoon. We're a real friendly group though, so there's no need to be scared... well, maybe a little bit of Trygve, but I'll make sure he doesn't bug you." He cocked his head to one side, tail flicking behind him, "Would you maybe wanna stay here for a while, until you can remember where you came from? My mama and everybody else that lives here is real nice, and you can make new friends."
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