[After disembarking from the train, Ronan followed the group to the inn, looking over the maps of the area and figuring out which issues he wanted to tackle first. He wasn't very interested in gathering herbs or assisting with helping people directly (he was sure there were plenty of others who were better suited for those things), but the things that involved animals had his attention more than the rest.
After mapping out a plan of attack, he tucked himself into a corner of the room, out of the way, more or less out of sight, and dreamed. Nothing extraordinary seemed to happen, but after he straightened up again he had a pair of what seemed to be regular black earmuffs. Anyone was welcome to approach him as he looked them over, turning them this way and that in his hands.]
ii. Yelling Heights; forest
[The Dralites were something else, that was for sure. They weren't super strange compared to some of the other things he'd seen, so he didn't really bat an eye at their appearance. He approached one of the young ones with caution, talking in a low, calm voice, earmuffs looped around his neck but not yet over his ears.]
Easy there. I'm here to help you, got it? Don't bite my face o-
[Before he could finish his sentence, the baby Dralite leaped at him, scrambling up his back and clutching at his neck and shoulders. Though he hated himself for it immediately after, Ronan jumped. As soon as he realized the Dralite wasn't actually attacking him, he scowled.]
So that's how it's going to be, huh?
[Reaching up, he pulled his earmuffs on, a task that was harder now that the Dralite was clinging to him, but he succeeded in the end. The earmuffs blocked out all sound, so if you wanted his attention you'd best move where he could see you, first.]
iii. Yelling Heights; scrublands
[Ronan had grown up on a farm. He'd lived around animals his whole life. Herding animals wasn't the easiest task in the world but he knew what he was doing. He got the sheep clustered into a group first and then started the arduous task of guiding them back to the farm where they belonged.
Every now and then, one of them spooked or got the bright idea to try and make a break for it, which brought the whole operation to a halt, more or less, while Ronan looped around to gently herd the sheep back with its fellows. The task would have been easier on horseback or with a partner, but seeing as how he was currently on his own, he was doing his best.]
iv. Lower Lands; farmlands
[Ronan looked like a mess. And he smelled like animals. Goats, specifically. Probably because he was currently carrying three of them with another trotting along at his ankles. There was a goat in a sling on his back and he carried a baby goat in each hand, cradled against his chest.
He'd rescued all of them from different predicaments, either trapped in holes or stuck in mud or- you get the picture. Despite the mess and being covered in mud and dirt though, he looked almost at home.
One of the goats in his hands bleated, little tail wiggling.]
I know. I'm taking you back to your family; you'll see them soon.
Ronan Lynch | Orange | OTA
i. The Weary Wanderer
[After disembarking from the train, Ronan followed the group to the inn, looking over the maps of the area and figuring out which issues he wanted to tackle first. He wasn't very interested in gathering herbs or assisting with helping people directly (he was sure there were plenty of others who were better suited for those things), but the things that involved animals had his attention more than the rest.
After mapping out a plan of attack, he tucked himself into a corner of the room, out of the way, more or less out of sight, and dreamed. Nothing extraordinary seemed to happen, but after he straightened up again he had a pair of what seemed to be regular black earmuffs. Anyone was welcome to approach him as he looked them over, turning them this way and that in his hands.]
ii. Yelling Heights; forest
[The Dralites were something else, that was for sure. They weren't super strange compared to some of the other things he'd seen, so he didn't really bat an eye at their appearance. He approached one of the young ones with caution, talking in a low, calm voice, earmuffs looped around his neck but not yet over his ears.]
Easy there. I'm here to help you, got it? Don't bite my face o-
[Before he could finish his sentence, the baby Dralite leaped at him, scrambling up his back and clutching at his neck and shoulders. Though he hated himself for it immediately after, Ronan jumped. As soon as he realized the Dralite wasn't actually attacking him, he scowled.]
So that's how it's going to be, huh?
[Reaching up, he pulled his earmuffs on, a task that was harder now that the Dralite was clinging to him, but he succeeded in the end. The earmuffs blocked out all sound, so if you wanted his attention you'd best move where he could see you, first.]
iii. Yelling Heights; scrublands
[Ronan had grown up on a farm. He'd lived around animals his whole life. Herding animals wasn't the easiest task in the world but he knew what he was doing. He got the sheep clustered into a group first and then started the arduous task of guiding them back to the farm where they belonged.
Every now and then, one of them spooked or got the bright idea to try and make a break for it, which brought the whole operation to a halt, more or less, while Ronan looped around to gently herd the sheep back with its fellows. The task would have been easier on horseback or with a partner, but seeing as how he was currently on his own, he was doing his best.]
iv. Lower Lands; farmlands
[Ronan looked like a mess. And he smelled like animals. Goats, specifically. Probably because he was currently carrying three of them with another trotting along at his ankles. There was a goat in a sling on his back and he carried a baby goat in each hand, cradled against his chest.
He'd rescued all of them from different predicaments, either trapped in holes or stuck in mud or- you get the picture. Despite the mess and being covered in mud and dirt though, he looked almost at home.
One of the goats in his hands bleated, little tail wiggling.]
I know. I'm taking you back to your family; you'll see them soon.