DANCING QUEEN;; open - introduction

[roan ;]

Roan had not had the most traditional childhood, but one couldn't truly call it bad. Just... different. His father had always been more of a shadowy presence, and while his mother had always been around, doting on him, he also knew that she had responsibilities of her own to attend to. He had actually ended up understanding more easily than most kits, considering he hadn't been too old when he had initially been promoted to the position of sage. At that point, he had his own responsibilities to worry about, and he had somewhat drifted away from his mama – although he would never go so far as to call them estranged. It also definitely wasn't as distant as Alia's relationship with her own mother would likely be. After all, Roxanne Roux was a loving and kind mother, while Roan had been forced to find out the hard way what a cold-hearted and callous liar Aphra was. He could still remember the rage in his heart that had festered after what she had pulled at Sam's death, and the betrayal that had rotted him from the inside out. He prayed silently to whatever deity above could hear him, hoping that Alia would never turn out like her demonic mother.

Making his way over when he heard the child's gentle call, it wasn't long before Roan took up his usual spot at his mother's side. He brushed his wings against his mama's side gently in greeting, practically able to see the gears in her head turning as she imagined him when he had been that young. He couldn't help the soft bit of laughter that slipped past his muzzle, his head shaking before he turned his blue gaze down to Alia. The girl's striking resemblance to Aphra would certainly be a curse later on in life, but for now he shoved it down, reminding himself gently. Just because she's related to Aphra, doesn't mean she'll turn out like her. After a long moment, the soothsayer managed to summon a small smile to his muzzle, waving a paw in greeting, "Alia... that's a pretty name. I'd be happy to be your friend, Alia. I'm Roan, and I'm the soothsayer here. So if you're ever hurt, you can feel free to come and get me." He hoped that the child wouldn't be hurt anytime soon – or ever, really – but it was better to be safe, rather than sorry.

ROAN Ó FOALÁIN-ROUX - THE TYPHOON - SOOTHSAYER

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