Zavien
I think all things,
in their way,
in their way,
Before ducking into his chosen path, Zavien smiled to Isla and threw her satchel over his free arm. It was heavier than he expected, the clinking glass and unusual scents caused him to laugh in surprise. "Geez! What do you have in here? A whole hospital?" He half expected a gurney to fall out with a surgeon mid-incision. Yet he refused to peek his curious head inside the bag. His gentlemanly manners forbid him from invading a woman's privacy in such a manner.
So he turned his focus to the overlapping grasses and purple-tinged foliage, letting Mittens lead or follow at its own behest. Each step seemed to confirm the debilitating extent of the Void infection and he used his sword to avoid letting the vile objects come in contact with him or Mittens. Zavien just hoped that this was the worst portion, even though he knew that was only a naive wish. His daydreaming thoughts were quickly interrupted by the appearance of a handful (that's the zoological term for this group, right?) of Devil's Knaws ahead. They hadn't made a move to imply they had noticed him, but Zavien wasn't sure he was willing to take any chances. He'd heard stories of the horrors they bestowed upon their victims and he couldn't risk compromising the mission. Yet he also didn't want to kill them unnecessarily. Enough life had been shed already, he wouldn't contribute more.
Keeping his eyes latched on them to watch for movements, he moved in the opposite direction of the meeting place in case they decided to follow him. Perhaps he could explore more as he took the long way around. As he retreated from the handful, Zavien cut down branches to impede their attempts to stalk him.
Zavien looks at the Devil's Klaws to keep them from following as he moves past, placing branches as obstacles along the way.
So he turned his focus to the overlapping grasses and purple-tinged foliage, letting Mittens lead or follow at its own behest. Each step seemed to confirm the debilitating extent of the Void infection and he used his sword to avoid letting the vile objects come in contact with him or Mittens. Zavien just hoped that this was the worst portion, even though he knew that was only a naive wish. His daydreaming thoughts were quickly interrupted by the appearance of a handful (that's the zoological term for this group, right?) of Devil's Knaws ahead. They hadn't made a move to imply they had noticed him, but Zavien wasn't sure he was willing to take any chances. He'd heard stories of the horrors they bestowed upon their victims and he couldn't risk compromising the mission. Yet he also didn't want to kill them unnecessarily. Enough life had been shed already, he wouldn't contribute more.
Keeping his eyes latched on them to watch for movements, he moved in the opposite direction of the meeting place in case they decided to follow him. Perhaps he could explore more as he took the long way around. As he retreated from the handful, Zavien cut down branches to impede their attempts to stalk him.
Zavien looks at the Devil's Klaws to keep them from following as he moves past, placing branches as obstacles along the way.
reflect heavenly truth,
the imagination not least.
the imagination not least.
