Zavien
I think all things,
in their way,
in their way,
Zavien didn't know what may have been flooding through her mind, but it was a relief to see recognition return to Lena's face. There was no blame in his eyes, just understanding concern that she'd been ensnared. He finally released her to follow where she'd indicated, determined to return their group to safety as fast as possible before anyone else fell under the lamplight's spell.
Following Lena's pointed finger, he kept his eyes peeled for any signs of its approach. His sword remained level, at the ready for a possible attack. Hopefully, Isla's fire and the birds Lena had called would be enough to distract the beast. Zavien tried to focus on not getting lost, marching towards where Mittens had cried out.
Zavien continues towards the direction of Mittens's cry but stays on the alert with his sword ready.
Following Lena's pointed finger, he kept his eyes peeled for any signs of its approach. His sword remained level, at the ready for a possible attack. Hopefully, Isla's fire and the birds Lena had called would be enough to distract the beast. Zavien tried to focus on not getting lost, marching towards where Mittens had cried out.
Zavien continues towards the direction of Mittens's cry but stays on the alert with his sword ready.
reflect heavenly truth,
the imagination not least.
the imagination not least.
