EMPIRE ANTS ⟡ o, seashell hunting

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SOOTHSAYER ❝ ROAN ❞ THE TYPHOON

It wasn't often that Roan found himself able to rest, even though that was usually his own fault. After all, now he had sages, which meant he had a lot more wiggle room to relax then when he was a lone healer. Unfortunately, he had been a constant worker ever since he was an apprentice, and he had never really managed to shake that – something he and his cousin had in common, he supposed. Still, when he did manage to finally pull himself away from his work, he often chose the beach as a prime spot for a nap. That wasn't to say that Roan didn't appreciate his bed within the temple, but he loved taking a nice nap on the beach. It was incredibly relaxing, just allowing himself to sink into the sand and the warm rays of the sun to bathe down on top of his grey-blue fur. He couldn't do it for long, unfortunately, because of his recent shape-shifting incident. The scent of death that clung to him was unpleasant when he wasn't baking in the sun, and he didn't want to subject the rest of the clan to warm rotting flesh.

Today, however, was one of those few mornings where he allowed himself some rest. The sun had just finally begun to rise over the horizon, and he settled himself into his little bed of sand, resting his chin down against the grains and closing his eyes. Galaga soon nestled down beside him, pressing into the warmth that Roan's stitched up fur offered. The soothsayer chuckled softly as he felt his companions nuzzling, getting quite comfortable and ready to drift off to sleep. However, it didn't seem as though he would be able to rest for long. The triumphant cry if his little brother caused him to sigh, scrubbing a paw over his face before he got up, knowing it would be useless to try and get anymore rest. Especially since it seemed as though others were approaching the kit as well, meaning even more noise.

As he made his way over to the gathering crowd, Roan opened his mouth to greet the rest, ready to put on a happy and friendly face – or the closest to it that he could manage. He cut himself off, however, when Aphra's voice reached him. With his ears flattening down against his head, the soothsayer silently grew close to the pure white felines side, reaching a paw out. He attempted to press his paw down on Aphra's spine, sending a weak but sharp electrical shock through her if he was successful. Regardless of whether he was successful or not, the medic then stepped away, offering Finnegan a toothy smile. Hoping that the scent of his flesh wouldn't push the newest additions to his family away, Roan said softly, "Ah, Finn... nice job. I've never been one for shell collecting myself, but it's a nice hobby. Especially when you find nice ones like that... maybe if you get some ones you don't like as much, you can save them for gifts." After all, Christmas was approaching in only a couple of months, and Roan imagined there weren't too many who would frown down at a shell from young Finnegan.

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

— Reggan