05-05-2020, 10:36 PM
[div style="width: 45%; text-align: justify; font-size: 12pt; letter-spacing: -1px; font-family: times new roman;"]♡ — Truthfully, Roan had never considered completing the jungle juice ritual. It wasn't as if it was required of him, and he was still a bit young to go something as strenuous and terrifying as being alone on an island with potentially horrifying hallucinations. He probably wouldn't have recommended his mother do it either, but it wasn't as if his mama had asked him before she left. When he had seen her leave their home that morning, he hadn't thought much of what she was doing. He had simply figured that maybe she was going to hang out with Uncle Michael, or that Miller guy. Roan still wasn't sure how he felt about Miller on the whole, but he had to admit that he wasn't overwhelmingly worried. After all, even though they were growing closer and closer, his mother didn't have an amazing track record of choosing great men. Truth be told, he was pretty sure his father was the only decent man she had ever been with, and that had just been a fling – mainly because he was unaware of Planecrash's very existence. Overall, he had been keeping a watchful eye on Miller, but he didn't think the other would actually be able to break through the guards that Roxie had around her heart at this point. And if he did, and then chose to hurt her? Well... it wouldn't be too hard to convince Brunhild and Kal to eat him, would it?
Unfortunately, Roan came to realize that his assumption of where his mother had gone was wrong, mainly when he returned home from his daily herb hunting, and ahe still hadn't returned. He could feel a knot of anxiety forming in his chest, but the sage tried his hardest to rationalize his fears away. Perhaps she had decided to stay the night over at Miller's? Or maybe she had just gotten caught up drinking with Uncle Michael? He prayed it was one of those two, trying in vain to distract himself as he went to grab some of his books. He spent the next several minutes staring blankly at the medical textbooks, his paw tapping against the words even as they began to meld and bleed together. He could feel his teeth sinking slowly into the flesh of his cheek, and it wasn't long before the coppery taste of blood hit his tongue. Wincing, the boy let out an angered grumble and sat up, slamming the book he had been reading – or rather attempting to read – shut. There was no way he was gonna be able to relax, not until he knew where his mother was. Grabbing his bag full of herbs, the draconic apprentice slung it around his waist before he headed out, not telling anyone else where he was going. He didn't want to worry anyone, like Lu or Natyli. He could handle this on his own. He could be the big brother that they needed.
Roan wasn't really sure where he was going, not at first, at least. His paws were just carrying him forward with determination, the comforting scratch of the sand beneath his paws the only sensation keeping his worried mind attached to reality. Before he knew it, he was at Uncle Michael's house. He knocked on the door, only to grimace when he didn't receive any answer. He didn't even hear the usual scrabbling of the rats inside. The privateer must've been out. Sighing heavily, Roan then turned, deciding to head for the tavern. Surely if Michael wasn't here, then he had to be at the tavern, and if he was at the tavern, mama would be, right? He could only pray that his mind was right. He hated going near the tavern most of the time, but this time he ignored the unnerving feeling of the building, shoving the door open and slipping inside. He got a few strange looks from those inside, but he ignored them, his blue gaze scanning around for either his uncle or mother. When he saw neither, he only felt his heart sink further. He sighed heavily, and evidently someone else took notice, as one of the NPCs nearby questioned him, "Yer Roan, right? What's the matter?" Roan hesitated for a moment before he responded, claws sinking in and out of the floorboards, "Has anyone here seen my mother? Roxanne Roux? I haven't seen her since this morning." Several of the NPCs looked at each other for a moment before they burst into laughter, the initial man mumbling as he wiped tears from his eyes, "Yer mama went to do the jungle juice ritual, little man."
Roan didn't even wait for any further words. He was already running out of the tavern, his side stinging from the force of his bag hitting against it in his frantic sprint. He wasn't sure why he was so terrified for his mother, especially when she was going through a ritual most crew members had. For some reason, everything about this just felt wrong. The sand was sprayed up from beneath his paws as he reached the edge of where beach met sea, knowing that Haven island was off in the distance. He leaped into the air, leathery green wings spreading out to catch on the air and carry him there — only to immediately be yanked down from the sky by the scruff of the neck. The apprentice began to thrash from side to side, hissing angrily, "Put me down! Put me the fuck down!" He just heard a dry chuckle, and suddenly he was dropped on his rump, with one of the NPCs from the tavern smirking down at him. He opened his mouth to spit something venomous at the male, but he was interrupted, "The hell did you think you were doing, kid? There's no way you can fly out to Haven island all on your own. You should just wait for your mum to come back." Roan knew that the older Typhooner was probably right, but he couldn't help the way that his body burned with anger. Didn't any of them care? What if Roxie was in danger?
As if the very universe had read his thoughts, it was at this moment that his mother collapsed upon the sands, plummeting down with a wheeze. Roan saw the NPC's eyes widen with shock as he saw her, and the draconic cat followed his gaze, nearly screeching when he saw the state his mother was in. Ripping his scruff from the other male's mouth, the sage rushed over to his mama, babbling urgently, "Mi madre! What happened? Can you hear me? Can you say something...?" He didn't wait long for a response, ripping his satchel from around his waist and dumping it beside him. Even in his frantic state, his eyes were scanning his mother over, searching for each and every wound and scratch. He could only see scratches on the outside, but the wheezing... her ribs. The realization made him sick to his stomach, but he gritted his teeth, paws faintly trembling. There was little he could do for her ribs, but she was in shock, and surely she needed treatment for her scratches.
He pulled put some lavender and golden rod, for her shock and in case she had any internal bleeding. Feverfew, for the pain. Taking a deep breath, Roan mumbled as he pushed both the lavende and feverfew in front of his mother, "Mama... if you can hear me, please eat these. They'll help..." He then moved on to her cuts, pulling out the horsetail and marigold. Chewing them into a poultice, the apprentice hesitated for a moment, mumbling as he carefully moved to apply it to her wounds, "This might sting a bit, mama..." Once the poultice was on, he took his bandages, carefully beginning to wrap up her scratches. He winced whenever he grew near her ribs, unable to stop the faint trembling within his paws as he worked. Sure, he had worked on Lu and Brandy, but this was his mother. Unable to keep back the tears, Roan mumbled once the bandaging was done, still trembling, "Mama... mama, I'm so sorry... I should've stopped you... I should've been there."
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Unfortunately, Roan came to realize that his assumption of where his mother had gone was wrong, mainly when he returned home from his daily herb hunting, and ahe still hadn't returned. He could feel a knot of anxiety forming in his chest, but the sage tried his hardest to rationalize his fears away. Perhaps she had decided to stay the night over at Miller's? Or maybe she had just gotten caught up drinking with Uncle Michael? He prayed it was one of those two, trying in vain to distract himself as he went to grab some of his books. He spent the next several minutes staring blankly at the medical textbooks, his paw tapping against the words even as they began to meld and bleed together. He could feel his teeth sinking slowly into the flesh of his cheek, and it wasn't long before the coppery taste of blood hit his tongue. Wincing, the boy let out an angered grumble and sat up, slamming the book he had been reading – or rather attempting to read – shut. There was no way he was gonna be able to relax, not until he knew where his mother was. Grabbing his bag full of herbs, the draconic apprentice slung it around his waist before he headed out, not telling anyone else where he was going. He didn't want to worry anyone, like Lu or Natyli. He could handle this on his own. He could be the big brother that they needed.
Roan wasn't really sure where he was going, not at first, at least. His paws were just carrying him forward with determination, the comforting scratch of the sand beneath his paws the only sensation keeping his worried mind attached to reality. Before he knew it, he was at Uncle Michael's house. He knocked on the door, only to grimace when he didn't receive any answer. He didn't even hear the usual scrabbling of the rats inside. The privateer must've been out. Sighing heavily, Roan then turned, deciding to head for the tavern. Surely if Michael wasn't here, then he had to be at the tavern, and if he was at the tavern, mama would be, right? He could only pray that his mind was right. He hated going near the tavern most of the time, but this time he ignored the unnerving feeling of the building, shoving the door open and slipping inside. He got a few strange looks from those inside, but he ignored them, his blue gaze scanning around for either his uncle or mother. When he saw neither, he only felt his heart sink further. He sighed heavily, and evidently someone else took notice, as one of the NPCs nearby questioned him, "Yer Roan, right? What's the matter?" Roan hesitated for a moment before he responded, claws sinking in and out of the floorboards, "Has anyone here seen my mother? Roxanne Roux? I haven't seen her since this morning." Several of the NPCs looked at each other for a moment before they burst into laughter, the initial man mumbling as he wiped tears from his eyes, "Yer mama went to do the jungle juice ritual, little man."
Roan didn't even wait for any further words. He was already running out of the tavern, his side stinging from the force of his bag hitting against it in his frantic sprint. He wasn't sure why he was so terrified for his mother, especially when she was going through a ritual most crew members had. For some reason, everything about this just felt wrong. The sand was sprayed up from beneath his paws as he reached the edge of where beach met sea, knowing that Haven island was off in the distance. He leaped into the air, leathery green wings spreading out to catch on the air and carry him there — only to immediately be yanked down from the sky by the scruff of the neck. The apprentice began to thrash from side to side, hissing angrily, "Put me down! Put me the fuck down!" He just heard a dry chuckle, and suddenly he was dropped on his rump, with one of the NPCs from the tavern smirking down at him. He opened his mouth to spit something venomous at the male, but he was interrupted, "The hell did you think you were doing, kid? There's no way you can fly out to Haven island all on your own. You should just wait for your mum to come back." Roan knew that the older Typhooner was probably right, but he couldn't help the way that his body burned with anger. Didn't any of them care? What if Roxie was in danger?
As if the very universe had read his thoughts, it was at this moment that his mother collapsed upon the sands, plummeting down with a wheeze. Roan saw the NPC's eyes widen with shock as he saw her, and the draconic cat followed his gaze, nearly screeching when he saw the state his mother was in. Ripping his scruff from the other male's mouth, the sage rushed over to his mama, babbling urgently, "Mi madre! What happened? Can you hear me? Can you say something...?" He didn't wait long for a response, ripping his satchel from around his waist and dumping it beside him. Even in his frantic state, his eyes were scanning his mother over, searching for each and every wound and scratch. He could only see scratches on the outside, but the wheezing... her ribs. The realization made him sick to his stomach, but he gritted his teeth, paws faintly trembling. There was little he could do for her ribs, but she was in shock, and surely she needed treatment for her scratches.
He pulled put some lavender and golden rod, for her shock and in case she had any internal bleeding. Feverfew, for the pain. Taking a deep breath, Roan mumbled as he pushed both the lavende and feverfew in front of his mother, "Mama... if you can hear me, please eat these. They'll help..." He then moved on to her cuts, pulling out the horsetail and marigold. Chewing them into a poultice, the apprentice hesitated for a moment, mumbling as he carefully moved to apply it to her wounds, "This might sting a bit, mama..." Once the poultice was on, he took his bandages, carefully beginning to wrap up her scratches. He winced whenever he grew near her ribs, unable to stop the faint trembling within his paws as he worked. Sure, he had worked on Lu and Brandy, but this was his mother. Unable to keep back the tears, Roan mumbled once the bandaging was done, still trembling, "Mama... mama, I'm so sorry... I should've stopped you... I should've been there."
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