Hello, darlings! || Joiner

[roan ;]

[div style="width: 45%; text-align: justify; font-size: 12pt; letter-spacing: -1px; font-family: times new roman;"]♡ — Truthfully, Roan had never had to ponder an existence without having a large family support group at his back. Being born both an Ó Foaláin and a Roux made it so that the winged apprentice had family spanning the whole of the island, so he never really had to worry about being alone, as Wanderingtrader had been. However, if the brightly colored joiner ever confided in him a feeling of wanting family, the boy would be more than happy to oblige. He had never been one to reject others, and his mama was constantly talking about how their family was good and just. Obviously the right thing to do would be to provide that support system and love, right? It just seemed like common sense, to Roan's young mind, at least. Why be alone when you could have people who loved you? He didn't yet realize that it sometimes wasn't that easy to have that, or that sometimes people ended up ruining their support systems, even when they didn't mean to.

The ringing of the bells had drawn young Roan over, padding up quickly after Blits to take his place at Aphra's side, his satchel bouncing at his hip. He had taken to wearing it around more often, ever since he had come across and patched up the Cipher. He offered the wounded feline beside him a smile before he turned to Wanderingtrader, his own wings fluttering a bit as if to demonstrate their common trait, "Hey there, miss Wandering Trader! It's really nice to meet you, and welcome you to the Typhoon. My name's Roan Ó Foaláin-Roux, but just Roan is fine. I really like your wings." His wings were quite different from hers, having sturdy green webbing instead of feathers, but he liked to thing that his wings were also fairly appealing to look at.
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