LITTLE FOLDING OF THE HANDS // seashell collecting

[roan ;]

SOOTHSAYER ❝ ROAN ❞ THE TYPHOON

Seashell collecting was not an activity that Roan had indulged in for many months, mainly because he no longer saw the appeal of it. Back when he was just a child, he had been enchanted by the sparkling surface of the shells that lined the shore, and the various colors they came in. Now that he was an adult, however, he no longer saw them as unique and beautiful, having grown used to the way that they dotted the beach he so frequently traveled across. Perhaps that was a little sad, but the soothsayer didn't see it that way. There were a lot of parts of growing up that he didn't care for, but growing more mature wasn't one of them. At least it left him better prepared for the tragedies that seemed to befall his family – even if he usually just ended up becoming more and more numb to everything that happened. Part of him wished that he could just wholly commit to the hermit lifestyle, although a larger part of him knew that would never really happen.

Making his way over to the surprisingly large group that was lingering near the beach, Roan winced slightly at the sight of Vayne at the center of it all. It wasn't that he dislike Vayne, but he did very much dislike Aphra, and he didn't want the other's bitch of a mother to cause more problems for Vayne or the rest of them. However, there was only a moment of hesitation before the draconic feline continued forward, letting out a soft purr in greeting to Vayne, along with the rest. He settled down beside his mama, pressing lightly into her side to say hello, as well as for the warmth she provided. He spoke softly to Fayne once he was settled, gesturing a dark paw towards his home, "If you'd like some seashells, I can give you some from back when I was a kit myself. A few of them are cracked or broken, but most of them are still in good shape, and really pretty." If he couldn't appreciate them himself, then he might as well give them to someone who would, right?

DON'T ASK FOR HELP, YOU'RE ALL ALONE
YOU'LL HAVE TO ANSWER TO YOUR OWN PRESSURE!

— Reggan