Zavien
I think all things,
in their way,
in their way,
The shameful memories of his failure during his last visit to the Feverlands made Zavien cautious as he trapsed through the trees. Each noticeable patch of Void purple had guilt piercing his heart, forcing him to glance away. But a determination had taken hold in his chest. A promise to make up for his blunders. He wouldn't fail again.
Most of the trees he passed looked the same and he found that it may not be as easy to spot the meeting place as he'd anticipated. He readjusted his large travel pack on his shoulder, pausing to question whether he had already been down this path. Was that stump there before? He could have sworn that was the same swampy mud pit... Shifting his feet nervously, he prepared to go left, when he spotted a figure landing nearby. Just maybe...
Zavien jogged towards the area, spotting a skyscaper of a tree that became obviously clear in hindsight (he may have passed it once already) as the designated rendezvous point. Far beneath its infected branches stood a familiar face and he waved a greeting accompanied by a large smile. "Hey, Lena! Thanks for the invite!" His feet bounced in excitement as he came to impatiently stand next to her, anticipation making him want to start, but politeness requiring that he wait for their final companion. Instead, he channeled the energy into an exaggerated bow to the abominable snowball. "And always a pleasure to see your snowy figure, Mittens. Do I notice more sparkle on your snow?" He winked and gave it the most winning grin he could muster.
Zavien arrives with his travel pack (camping equipment, food, water, etc.) and his sword.
Most of the trees he passed looked the same and he found that it may not be as easy to spot the meeting place as he'd anticipated. He readjusted his large travel pack on his shoulder, pausing to question whether he had already been down this path. Was that stump there before? He could have sworn that was the same swampy mud pit... Shifting his feet nervously, he prepared to go left, when he spotted a figure landing nearby. Just maybe...
Zavien jogged towards the area, spotting a skyscaper of a tree that became obviously clear in hindsight (he may have passed it once already) as the designated rendezvous point. Far beneath its infected branches stood a familiar face and he waved a greeting accompanied by a large smile. "Hey, Lena! Thanks for the invite!" His feet bounced in excitement as he came to impatiently stand next to her, anticipation making him want to start, but politeness requiring that he wait for their final companion. Instead, he channeled the energy into an exaggerated bow to the abominable snowball. "And always a pleasure to see your snowy figure, Mittens. Do I notice more sparkle on your snow?" He winked and gave it the most winning grin he could muster.
Zavien arrives with his travel pack (camping equipment, food, water, etc.) and his sword.
reflect heavenly truth,
the imagination not least.
the imagination not least.
