sand art — ship to shore

[roan ;]

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｢ 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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Things were finally warming up on The Pitt's territory, huh? That was certainly a good sign, at least to Roan. The last time he had visited them had been with Keona, and it had certainly been quite the shock to walk into their desert only to feel a chill in the air. He was glad that the family he had there was doing alright... and everyone else, he supposed, even though he didn't really care about any of them. The Pitt was only a neutral group, and the soothsayer barely knew anybody there, so he didn't see much reason to be worried about those were there, outside of Gael and Aine... oh, and Trygve. He had nearly forgotten about his brother being there.

Not wanting to get too caught up in his own thoughts – or his own bitterness – the siamese was quick to turn his attention back to Kian. He nodded in the other's direction, his voice even as he once again glanced in the direction of The Pitt, "...It's good to know that they're doing alright. I have to admit that it was really surprising to head over there and feel cold, for once." His blue gaze temporarily darkened as he continued, tail flicking behind him, "I hope that the snow won't melt too quickly, though. It wouldn't be much better if they ended up with flooding." Although, Roan doubted the flooding within the desert would be as bad as somewhere like The Typhoon. Most of the territory was flat and covered in sand, so the main jungle territory and actual town part would probably be in the most danger.

A good sandcastle. The words from his uncle caused Roan to pause, his head cocking to one side in thought. He couldn't recall the last time that he had actually made a sandcastle. Perhaps it had been back when he was just a kit, or maybe a little bit later than that. It certainly seemed like the type of activity that would be good for stress-relief, and he had turned to pretty much anything in the past to relieve the stress of his job. Still... he supposed it couldn't hurt too much to relax a little and spend some time with others. He could always get some rest afterwards to recooperate. With that in mind, the siamese muttered softly, "I suppose a sandcastle would be nice... it could make a pleasant little temporary decoration for the beach, along with the sand art." With that, he lifted up a bit of the sand that hadn't already been used, letting it slip easily through his toes. He had grown so used to the feeling of the beach that he hardly noticed the texture of the sand nowadays.[/td][/tr][/table]