Dawn was in the air, and his slumber was interrupted by the song of the snowy queen of Tortuga, Roman Armada. Orange ears would flick silently as he would arc in his den, a yawn streatching inky lips wide. His canvas rolled out then folded in a stretching motion, before the summer child would begin to thread the lands toward the source of the call, honey gaze slowly becoming alert. It was so easy to pick the queen out from amongst the cover of snow, despite it's recent fluctuation in the upbringing of spring. With his arrival, the summer child would give a respectful dip of his head to the queen, and quietly go to his place, reclining directly five to six feet from the tempest, orange ears raised and alert for any speech from the queen.
"Speech"
ooc. that avatar is just g r e a t roamer. xDDDD. I must get one, omg.
