a dance of colors and hues;; open - drawing

[roan ;]

SOOTHSAYER ❝ ROAN ❞ THE TYPHOON

Roan had really never been much of an artist, even when he had been just a kit still living within his mama's home. He had admittedly attempted some amateur drawings once or twice when he was feeling curious about what he could make, but they had always ended up coming out rather haphazard. The scrawling and shaky lines, combined with his own developing perfectionist attitude, had caused the young feline to abandon the hobby before he had ever truly started it. He hoped things would be different for Torsten, however, since his little brother deserved to have something that he could be passionate about, and enjoy doing in his downtime. Whether that ended up being drawing or something else, Roan would always be eager to support him, even if he occasionally didn't have the time to support him in a very hands on way. Thankfully, Torsten and his siblings did have each other and both of their moms for that support, so hopefully his absence wouldn't be too harshly felt.

At the moment, however, Roan had a bit of time off, seeing as things had slowed down in The Typhoon as of late. Without as much hustle and bustle throughout the group, there was less of a risk of injuries happening, which meant the soothsayer didn't need to spend every hour of the day treating wounds or searching for herbs. He still dedicated a large portion of his time to scavenging for supplies for the temple, of course, but he had some time to unwind and go check on Torsten. Curious about what his little brother had decided to draw with his time, the zombified feline made his way over, his tail twitching slowly behind him. Tilting his stitched up head to one side, Roan inspected the messy drawings before asking curiously, "Hello, Torsten. What is it that you're drawing? They're all very... unique." Even if Torsten's drawings had been a little bit more easily identifiable, the medic still probably wouldn't have known what to say. He was far from any sort of art critic.

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

— Reggan