WHEN WE WERE LOVERS → joiner

[roan ;]

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｢ BUT NOW THESE DAYS ARE GONE, I'M NOT SO SELF ASSURED ｣

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BIOGRAPHY —–—

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TOYHOUSE —–-—

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SOOTHSAYER –-—

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TYPHOON —–-—

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The ringing out of the bell caused Roan to lift his head, blinking sleep from his gaze. He had been napping within the temple, his nose buried against his tail as he slept off his tiredness from his usual work. Thankfully there hadn't been too many injuries as of late, but that didn't mean that the siamese didn't have plenty of things to do. Just recently he had to prepare Trevor's body for burial, layering lavender into the coyote's fur as he tried to think of where the male would be buried. Michael had requested somewhere on the beach, but Roan knew that he couldn't just be buried anywhere. After all, the beach was frequented by pretty much everyone within The Typhoon, and the soothsayer didn't want a child just stumbling across the canine's body. He had been in the middle of his pondering when he felt drowsiness tugging at him, and he had decided to take a break. He was taking them more often lately, considering his coming kits were making him more and more tired by the day. At least he had Goldie and Paintbrush around to help out when he grew too tired.

Unfortunately, it didn't seem as though he would be able to nap very long today. With a heavy sigh leaving his lungs, the medic slowly pushed himself up to his paws and departed the temple, his tail flicking behind him. He grabbed his satchel just in case, having become far too acquainted with joiners showing up at the border covered in miscellaneous injuries. Thankfully, it wasn't long before he arrived to see not only the newcomer, but a rather delighted Diya as well. He couldn't help being confused by the delighted look on her face, until he looked carefully between them. Oh. Diya did have other family, didn't she? He didn't really know much about that other family, but he had to assume that Harland was a part of it, considering how happy his step-mother seemed. Or, his soon-to-be step-mother, he supposed.

Sitting down comfortably a bit away from the embracing pair, Roan let his tail sit comfortably over his paws. He waited until Diya had finished before he spoke up, a yawn briefly stretching his jaws before he was able to talk, "Hey there... Harland? Is that what Diya called you? I'm assuming there's some kind of relationship between the two of you?" That last question was directed towards Diya, considering Harland didn't exactly seem like the talking type. Whether that was because of not speaking for a long time or having never been a big fan of speaking, Roan wasn't sure, but he wouldn't press the issue. Instead, he just shifted a little on the spot, waving over at Har before he introduced himself, "Anyways... I'm Roan Ó Foaláin-Roux, and I'm the soothsayer around here. If you need any help with any injuries you may have, feel free to come to me... oh, and Diya is my step-mom. Or... almost my step-mom, I suppose." He didn't really think it was much of a secret that Diya and Roxanne were to be married, and that was no doubt part of the news that Diya wanted to share anyways.[/td][/tr][/table]