THE FUTURE IS NO MORE ☆ devland

[roan ;]

It was surprisingly uncommon for others to come to Roan with injuries. Or rather, it was uncommon for them to come to him, rather than him going to them. The sage seemed to have an uncanny ability to show up on the scene of an injury almost immediately, and it was something that he actually prided himself on. So, it was actually fairly rare for him to have someone at his door asking for assistance. In this case, the young sage had actually been standing outside of the temple, his wings folded against his back as he snorted through his herb bag. He had been working on Ament's wounds just a few moments ago, and hadn't yet had time to head back to his nearby treehouse home. Before he could finish his sorting, however, he was surprised by the sound of approaching voices. Ears twitching, Roan raised his head, only to see none other than his uncle, Michael, and some sort of newcomer walking up the path. The two of them seemed to be talking, with Michael chattering away. Eventually the bobcat stopped, gesturing towards Roan with a paw so that the other could see. Michael then waved at Roan, turned, and promptly walked away in the other direction.

Resisting the rather heavy urge to sigh at his uncle for not explaining the situation, Roan got up to his paws, grabbing his satchel in his jaws before he moved over to the newcomer, Devland. His eyes scanned over the other quickly, before eventually falling on the wound in Dev's shoulder. The sage winced as soon as he saw it, placing his satchel carefully down nearby. Sitting back on his haunches, the siamese began to talk softly as he pulled things from the satchel, including clean bandages, and various herbs, "Hello, I'm Roan, the sage around here. I'm assuming my uncle told you about me? I'm the healer for all of the Typhoon." Tail flicking behind him, the draconic feline then gestured a paw towards Devland's shoulder, questioning with a cock of his head, "I'm... also assuming that you're here to get that treated? Unless you have some other horrible wound that you're hiding... incredibly well." His mother's trademark snark was back in his voice, present because of the fact that he had already been tired from treating Ament. Hopefully Devland wouldn't be quite as hard to treat as a feral raptor.

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