MOTH'S WINGS / waking up

[roan ;]

SOOTHSAYER ❝ ROAN ❞ THE TYPHOON

Slow. Time had slowed to a snail's pace once Goldie was awake, Roan's ears perked intently forward and his blue eyes burning with intensity and tears, all at once. He vaguely knew of other bodies gathering around them, although he tried his best to ignore the majority of them. He had never done well when the temple was overcrowded, and although he could certainly understand the rush, given the current situation, he couldn't help the way that his jaw clenched. He was quick to lift a paw to his face, scrubbing away tears and letting out a light hiss of displeasure at himself. He hated showing his emotions so freely in front of others, and he was quick to turn away. Wandering, he moved over to the back of the temple, allowing Goldie and the other's space as he focused on his remaining herbs. His mind was on autopilot as he began to sort, able to hear all sorts of various declarations of happiness from behind him. Vaguely, he found himself wondering what it was like. To almost lose family, rather than lose them entirely. How would he have reacted if Jaime had recovered in the end, and come back to them, despite it looking the worst was to happen? Roan wasn't sure, and the thought was enough to make him catch a claw on one of the cubbies, letting out a soft hiss of pain as he yanked it back and scowled at his mistake.

Part of him wanted to flee the scene already. Turn and make his way out into the jungle, entirely ready to mutter out some excuse about how he needed to get more herbs. That wasn't even entirely a lie, considering the recent raid on the temple from that dinky little group of bastards. However, as soon as he had leaned over to grab his satchel, he heard Goldie's voice break through the air, soft and unsure. He couldn't resist looking towards her, his entire body tense as he waited for her to speak something more. Unfortunately, when she did finally continue on, he couldn't help but feel his heart drop into his stomach. It was like his entire body had been dropped into a bucket of ice water, a needle of cold digging between his bones and plunging straight into his heart. He had to struggle to keep himself upright, trying to process what she had just said. An... an introduction. As if she didn't know who any of them were. He had thought that she wasn't lost, and yet... yet here she was. The person in front of him wasn't the Goldenluxury Roux that he had known. It wasn't the cousin that he had grown up with, the one that he had turned to whenever he felt like he was in need of guidance. Instead, she was just... a blank slate. A canvas being hastily splattered with colors as everyone rushed to introduce themselves to her. To spark something.

Roan, however, had no such aspirations. His blue gaze had grown distant, vaguely focused on some point far away, outside of the temple and away from all of this. His eyes briefly darted around, desperately searching for Rosemary to make sure that Goldie would have some form of help. He didn't spot her, but he could smell her scent fresh on the air, and was sure it wouldn't be long before she returned once again. So, he managed to push himself up to his feet, his jaws clamping down on his satchel and heaving it up and over his shoulder. He allowed it to fall against his side, the siamese turning and approaching the makeshift nest that Goldie was currently secured in. Part of him wanted to say nothing at all, but he knew that he wouldn't be able to forgive himself if he didn't. Instead, he took in a slightly sharp breath, able to feel that needle dig further into his heart as he did so. He then introduced himself, voice even more monotone than it usually was, "...My name is Roan Ó Foaláin-Roux. I am a soothsayer of the Typhoon, and I am your cousin. I am also the one who has been overseeing your recovery." In the back of his mind, he had to wonder if this truly counted as a recovery. They had gotten her back, but... had they? Really?

After that, the draconian feline fell silent again, taking a step back as his gaze focused on the floor. His claws scraped gently against the stone, his tense muscles unable to pull them in as be sighed. He spoke dully to the crowd of others around him, more just speaking aloud than actually addressing anyone in particular, "I need to restock things. I'll be back..." He didn't exactly wait for any kind of response, turning on his heel and walking out of the temple as fast as his legs could carry him. As he opened his wings and took to the sky, he knew he was taking the cowardly way out. However, he just... he just couldn't do it, right now. He couldn't face her, not while she was like this. He couldn't force himself to put on a brave face, not when the face in front of him would just be staring back blankly, with no recognition whatsoever. For now, he would instead just flee, content to find some semblance of peace within the jungle. He knew that it would only be temporary, and he would have to return to the temple eventually. That was something for him to worry about in the future, though.

( out! )

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

— Reggan