A STREET I KNEW ☆ potion making

[roan ;]

Roan had, on some level, known that this day was coming. After all, it was inevitable that Ament would end up recovering enough to eventually leave the temple, and the medic had honestly been looking forward to that day. After all, it only added onto the stress, knowing there was a creature that could maul him at any second sleeping only a little while away – even though he doubted the raptor would ever really do such a thing. However, truth be told, Roan wasn't sure whether this was better or worse than Ament just outright attacking him. The male looked up just in time to see the other lumbering slowly towards him, and he only just managed to yank his potion back in time for the best to drop his "offering." The body of the wildcat scattered the building blocks of the fire around, causing Roan to scowl as he hastily whacked them, putting out any flames that still clung to the bits of dried wood, before turning his gaze back to Ament. Tail lashing behind him, the siamese couldn't refrain from hissing, "Ament. I know you can't truly understand what you just did, but... couldn't you have please, waited to give me whatever this is?" The draconic feline did, on some level, know that Ament's prey was an offering, but he couldn't help the frustration. After all, nearly all of the lavender he had used in the potion had nearly just gone to waste.

Roan wasn't given much time to linger on his woes, however, as two other souls made their way over to his little brewing ground, causing his gaze to narrow briefly before he recognized them. Devland and Paola. He knew them, and... liked them, somewhat. Taking a deep breath to ease his frazzled nerves, he found himself muttering to Dev, shaking his head from side to side, "No, I don't accept sacrifices... Although if you'd like to offer up your heart, I'd be more than obliged to accept." The flirtatious line slipped easily off of the medic's tongue, although he found his chest tightening immediately afterwards. He had wanted to get back at Devland for all the teasing the other frequently felt necessary to do, but... what if the other took it the wrong way, or found it ridiculous? Eager to move on from that, he turned his attention towards Paola, and her question. Once he regained his composure, he explained slowly, gesturing his paw towards the still hot pot of boiling lavender, "I... I was making a potion for relieving stress. I felt as though it would be useful, to help me get my work done more easily. I also thought of maybe making some for Goldie..." His cousin constantly needed something to help take the edge of being captain off, and that was more apparent now more than ever before. The feline was, as expected, unaware of why Paola seemed to be offering him a grateful smile, but he didn't reject it. Instead, he offered one of his own in return, trying his best to come off as friendly. It had been a while since he had truly made any new friends, and as much as the thought of it made his gut twist... it might be a good decision.

[glow=#BB3434,1,000]" stay by my side, high or low tide " ♡[/glow]