Zavien
I think all things,
in their way,
in their way,
Zavien sometimes found himself wandering the skyport or plaza just to people watch. It made him feel less alone when his friends were otherwise occupied and it was a great place to spread joy through shared smiles. Today wasn't any different as he strolled along the docks housing the large flying vessels. His relaxed pace let him observe the winds catching at furled sails, whistling through gaps in the wood paneling, as it encouraged people to hide their faces against the aggressive assault. Unlike others, he turned his face into the gusts, inhaling the crisp Deepfrost scents of snow and stubborn stiff greenery.
Letting the sights and sounds wash over him, Zavien smiled softly to himself, simply enjoying the fresh air without any plans or intentions to cut the time short. Not wanting the sensation to end, he found a wall to perch on. His foot came up to brace against the wooden structure as he let his green eyes absently scan the flowing activity of the port.
Merchants and sailors shifted goods between ships and storehouses, shouting commands amongst each other, their efficient teamwork making quick work of the crates. Travelers chatted in cliques, laughing or smiling as they started or finished their exciting adventures. Even a few stray cats lounged in the warm sunlight, absorbing the ultraviolet rays during the chilly season. The only inconsistency in the otherwise common setting was a lone woman. Her presence seemed to set the workers on edge and otherwise attract the attention of people. Maybe it was her colorless white hair. Or the frustrated furrow in her brows. Whatever it was, Zavien watched her closely enough to see her pull up her dark hood to avoid the attention.
Content to watch curiously, his attention was surprisingly interrupted by the gentle brush of fur against his pantleg. A loud purr reached his ears and he chuckled before looking down at the black kitten rubbing its head into him. Crouching, Zavien ran his hand over its soft pelt, not the slightest bit upset by the disturbance. "Hello, little one."
Letting the sights and sounds wash over him, Zavien smiled softly to himself, simply enjoying the fresh air without any plans or intentions to cut the time short. Not wanting the sensation to end, he found a wall to perch on. His foot came up to brace against the wooden structure as he let his green eyes absently scan the flowing activity of the port.
Merchants and sailors shifted goods between ships and storehouses, shouting commands amongst each other, their efficient teamwork making quick work of the crates. Travelers chatted in cliques, laughing or smiling as they started or finished their exciting adventures. Even a few stray cats lounged in the warm sunlight, absorbing the ultraviolet rays during the chilly season. The only inconsistency in the otherwise common setting was a lone woman. Her presence seemed to set the workers on edge and otherwise attract the attention of people. Maybe it was her colorless white hair. Or the frustrated furrow in her brows. Whatever it was, Zavien watched her closely enough to see her pull up her dark hood to avoid the attention.
Content to watch curiously, his attention was surprisingly interrupted by the gentle brush of fur against his pantleg. A loud purr reached his ears and he chuckled before looking down at the black kitten rubbing its head into him. Crouching, Zavien ran his hand over its soft pelt, not the slightest bit upset by the disturbance. "Hello, little one."
reflect heavenly truth,
the imagination not least.
the imagination not least.
