10-28-2020, 12:37 AM
SOOTHSAYER ❝ ROAN ❞ THE TYPHOON
Seems ya really ain't cut out for sailing. As true as that comment was, it still caused Roan to wrinkle his nose slightly, the soothsayer feeling a wave of irritation at this new stranger. It had always somewhat upset him, knowing that he would never have the same connection to the sea that so many within The Typhoon had – having it pointed out just made him more irritable. Despite this, the feline knew he was better off not snapping, or making some snide comment. After all, he was lost and all on his own, and the boy in front of him was much bigger and undoubtedly stronger, although Roan immediately noticed the injury the other had. His gaze briefly darted down to the other's leg, a glean of concern within his eyes before he hastily shook his head. Now wasn't the time to be worrying about the injuries of strangers, now was the time to be worried about himself.
Even with the other's injured leg, Roan wouldn't be able to fight a liger off, which meant that he needed to be careful. With this in mind, he found himself hesitating before he finally spoke, "...My name is Roan Ó Foaláin-Roux, and I'm a soothsayer of The Typhoon. A healer." He wanted to make who he was known right away, both for the sake of simplicity, and for his own sake. Perhaps if Paintbrush knew he was dealing with a healer, he wouldn't get it in his head to fight – not that it seemed like that was in his head at the moment.
With his eyes briefly scanning over the island that lingered behind Paint, Roan muttered, a bit annoyed that he couldn't recognize the scent that was on the air, "And no, I'm not really a sailor. I was just out on my boat to go fishing, when the seas suddenly swelled, and I ended up here." He grimaced at the thought of it, heavily disliking the feeling of fear that had welled up in his chest, choking him in the moment. He shook it off before continuing, his tone inquisitive, "What... what even is this place? I've never seen somewhere like here in all of my travels around my home island, and I've been to quite a few places around it..." The thought of another island on the horizon seemed so foreign to Roan, as he had grown so used to there only being The Typhoon's archipelago, and the larger island it was attached to.
Even with the other's injured leg, Roan wouldn't be able to fight a liger off, which meant that he needed to be careful. With this in mind, he found himself hesitating before he finally spoke, "...My name is Roan Ó Foaláin-Roux, and I'm a soothsayer of The Typhoon. A healer." He wanted to make who he was known right away, both for the sake of simplicity, and for his own sake. Perhaps if Paintbrush knew he was dealing with a healer, he wouldn't get it in his head to fight – not that it seemed like that was in his head at the moment.
With his eyes briefly scanning over the island that lingered behind Paint, Roan muttered, a bit annoyed that he couldn't recognize the scent that was on the air, "And no, I'm not really a sailor. I was just out on my boat to go fishing, when the seas suddenly swelled, and I ended up here." He grimaced at the thought of it, heavily disliking the feeling of fear that had welled up in his chest, choking him in the moment. He shook it off before continuing, his tone inquisitive, "What... what even is this place? I've never seen somewhere like here in all of my travels around my home island, and I've been to quite a few places around it..." The thought of another island on the horizon seemed so foreign to Roan, as he had grown so used to there only being The Typhoon's archipelago, and the larger island it was attached to.
DON'T ASK FOR HELP, YOU'RE ALL ALONE
YOU'LL HAVE TO ANSWER TO YOUR OWN PRESSURE!
YOU'LL HAVE TO ANSWER TO YOUR OWN PRESSURE!
— Reggan
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