JUST LET US ADORE YOU;; open - Visitor

THE GOLD IS SLEEPING IN THE RIVER

Limping over, the draconic boy would perk both of his tufted ears forward with a frown on his maw though he didn't utter much of a word. He listened to what Gael said for the most part with his whiskers twitching in a brief moment of thought, he would let out a soft sigh trying to remember if he had ever met Atticus in person. Frankly, he could not recall for the life of him and did remember Sweeney or what he liked to call her, Weenie, but he hadn't seen a lot of her either which was a shame to say the least. He would sit down slowly only to wince slightly at the pain that pulsated throughout his entire body, Ry hissed under his breath "F-fuck..." He should've been resting but the thought of staying in one place drove him absolutely nuts, he bit down on his tongue only to fixate his gaze on Moth.

He could recall how Aine had mentioned not liking Tanglewood and well, the last time he had been there... He wasn't much of a fan either especially when some big stupid lion scared his Eulia and then some stuck up brat claimed that purple was blue. What an idiot. Trygve wasn't aware of the Roux relations extending to Tanglewood nor did he necessarily care for it either, the only people that mattered to him were those within the Typhoon and Pitt. After all, Roux was just a name and barely meant much to him. "I'm sure, he'll come over soon enough." The boy would speak only to pause for a moment to introduce himself briefly "M'names Trygve." Yeah, that was good enough.

BUT THE FLOWER'S IN MY HAND
WITH A PALER LEAF AND BROKEN PETAL, I'LL PAINT THE KING AND QUEEN

— Reggan