gather dirt and weeds for her | joining

[roan ;]

Curiosity was often what drove Roan to the gates of the Typhoon these days, especially if his mama or siblings were not present. He still enjoyed welcoming people into the group, on some level, but he often found himself preoccupied with studying, gathering herbs, sorting them, or his various little hobbies. Some would consider it a boring cycle, but Roan actually considered it a comfort, especially considering the chaos his life had been in not too long ago. Despite this, it never hurt to shake the formula up a bit, especially when the walls of his treehouse or the temple began to draw too close, and too suffocating. It happened on occasion, and was often the sign that the siamese had been spending far too much time on his own. The sage wasn't truly sure whether or not he wanted the dependance on other crewmates' presences that he seemed to have, but at least it prevented him from being too much of a hermit. He didn't want to force his mama to come and drag him out for social interaction, after all.

It had been one of those days, where the walls drew in too close and the air felt too thick and dusty, and Roan had absolutely exploded with relief the moment he heard the loud clang of the bell in the distance. Dropping what he had been working on, the draconic feline shoved away the last of the herbs he had sorted before he headed out, being sure to keep his satchel with him. It had been a while since any joiners had showed up at their borders seriously injured, but Roan preferred to be over prepared, rather than under. It wasn't long before the lanky sage came padding up beside Georgia, his eyes landing on Ament, rather than her. The raptor's presence still unnerved him on some level, and the fact that the other dropped a badger at the newcomer's feet did nothing to put him at ease. He took a deep breath inward, clenching his teeth and letting it out before he turned his gaze towards Paola. Tail twitching behind him as he glanced her over, he found himself muttering in a slightly hoarse, unused tone, "And apologies, for Ament. A bleeding badger is not the customary greeting of the Typhoon." It really did seem like his mother's snark was beginning to rub off on him as the time went on. He wasn't sure if that was a positive, or a negative.

[glow=#D15540,1,000]" stay by my side, high or low tide " ♡[/glow]