LIT SHIT / bonfire

[roan ;]

The sage knew that, as of late, his and Trygve's relationship had been... strained. Roan was much more prone to snapping as of late, mainly used to the amount of work that he had been doing. That wasn't even mentioning the fact that Ry had gotten more reckless over time, only creating more work for the draconic feline – even though his younger brother had a habit of refusing his treatment, which only caused more anger on both sides. Despite this, Roan figured that it wouldn't make things any better to avoid Trygve entirely. Besides, if they avoided each other for too long, then Roxie would probably catch on, and the sage wasn't exactly over eager to have his mama lecturing both he and Ry. Although the fire wasn't exactly alluring to Roan, who had never been a huge fan of the elements in general. While he obviously had a kinship with the sea, thanks to his being born in the Typhoon, water was not the element that he had control over. Instead, he controlled electricity with the flick of a paw, watching as bolts would spring forth and scorch the earth. Unfortunately, electricity could often lead to fire, and considering Roan's previous bad experiences with his own powers – and his lack of total control over them – he tended to want to stay away from flames.

The young male was nothing if not stubborn, however, a trait that he more than likely picked up from his mama. So, he pushed through the anxiety that he felt over the smoke trailing slowly up into the sky, making his way over to where a rather substantial group was already standing. He noticed Eulia's anxiety over the fire, as well as Natyli's attempts to soothe her, and decided that he would be most comfortable near Goldie, taking a seat near his cousin. His wings folded snugly against his back, and he wrapped his tail tightly around his paws, seemingly trying to pull all of his limbs away from the flames as much as possible. Goldie and Georgia were the only ones who had spoken thus far, so Roan didn't feel too awkward in muttering, glancing over at Trygve and taking in his enraged, glaring figure, "What has you all up in arms this time?" He tried his best not to make it sound like he thought Ry was being ridiculous, but the condescension tended to slip into his tone, sure that his brother had done something stupid or ill advised. As his blue eyes trailed down to the blood dripping from Trygve's jaws, he said bluntly, "You could've just used a match, you know... all you did was hurt yourself." Roan had no knowledge of the bond between Natyli and Trygve, but if he had, he would've been even more angry, furious that Ry did something that would hurt not only himself, but their sister as well.

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