11-03-2020, 01:48 AM
SOOTHSAYER ❝ ROAN ❞ THE TYPHOON
It probably wouldn't be a surprise to anyone that Roan didn't exactly enjoy monthly meetings. The first one he had attended had been a disaster, and he had even ended up lashing out at Elysium's leaders – something that he didn't regret, as they were being assholes. He would've liked to avoid them entirely, but he knew that wasn't really am option. After all, he was the soothsayer of the Typhoon, and he was meant to not only be a healer, but an advisor as well. He had to support his mama and his cousin, and he couldn't do that if he didn't know what was going on. So, as much as it had pained him to do so, he had followed after the group that headed to the meeting, occasionally trailing behind to snatch up some herbs that he saw. After all, if he had to go to a dry and potentially infuriating political event, he might as well do something productive on the way there, right?
When they eventually reached the gathering place, the zombified feline found his nose wrinkling at the variety of scents that were there. It was the usual suspects, although with one exception. However, he thought little of it, figuring that no one from Tanglewood had arrived yet. After all, he didn't see many Elysites yet, either. Feeling a bit frustrated that he didn't have his usual wings to just swoop over the crowd, Roan instead slipped his way through the various bodies around him, coming to sit near where his mama and Rosemary were. Part of him considered just shutting up and sorting his herbs the entire time, but he ultimately decided against that, especially when he heard his aunt introducing herself. He supposed he should do that as well, especially considering his recent body swap. Clearing his throat, he introduced himself to Kold with a neutral gaze, "...I'm also from The Typhoon. My name is Roan Ó Foaláin-Roux. I practice medicine for our group, as does Rosemary." He flicked his tail towards the witch, before his blue gaze began to wander over the crowd. He wondered if Paintbrush would be here, wherever that buffoon was from.
When they eventually reached the gathering place, the zombified feline found his nose wrinkling at the variety of scents that were there. It was the usual suspects, although with one exception. However, he thought little of it, figuring that no one from Tanglewood had arrived yet. After all, he didn't see many Elysites yet, either. Feeling a bit frustrated that he didn't have his usual wings to just swoop over the crowd, Roan instead slipped his way through the various bodies around him, coming to sit near where his mama and Rosemary were. Part of him considered just shutting up and sorting his herbs the entire time, but he ultimately decided against that, especially when he heard his aunt introducing herself. He supposed he should do that as well, especially considering his recent body swap. Clearing his throat, he introduced himself to Kold with a neutral gaze, "...I'm also from The Typhoon. My name is Roan Ó Foaláin-Roux. I practice medicine for our group, as does Rosemary." He flicked his tail towards the witch, before his blue gaze began to wander over the crowd. He wondered if Paintbrush would be here, wherever that buffoon was from.
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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