Zavien
I think all things,
in their way,
in their way,
As he made his way over the hills, Zavien pictured the landscape overlayed with snow and colorful presents. A flurry of people rushed across the land, running from a giant abominable snowball. He even seemed to recall a dog running towards the intimidating creature. The memories were so vivid that he nearly looked up to watch for a barrage of snowballs.
Appreciating the warmer Flowerbirth sunlight, he made his way across the green meadow, hoisting his shovel over his shoulder and humming a tune offensively off key. A bright smile played across his face and he closed his eyes to take a deep breath of the floral life. With the way it calmed his senses, he absently wondered if there was any - what did Lena call it again? For some reason, the name was escaping him, leaving the image of the fluffy purple swords and the letter 'L'. Leaves? No. Those were usually green. Lumber? No. That was brown. Liver? That felt closer, but he thought he recalled that being a science-y term. Lunch? Definitely not. Stomach, stay out of this. Sighing, he determined to think about it later, or ask her when he saw her next.
Distracted, he was only pulled from his thoughts by a large shadow that flew overhead. Zavien lifted his eyes to follow the figure curiously. And when the winged creature shifted into the figure of a friend, a gasp of excitement preceded a large smile. Jogging the distance between them, he waved an arm emphatically. "Deimos!" When he finally stopped next to the man, he was panting slightly but grinning from ear to ear as he noted the shifting of the dirt. "What a coincidence! Are you planting your seed thing here too?" Having a friend nearby would make the time pass so much faster!
Appreciating the warmer Flowerbirth sunlight, he made his way across the green meadow, hoisting his shovel over his shoulder and humming a tune offensively off key. A bright smile played across his face and he closed his eyes to take a deep breath of the floral life. With the way it calmed his senses, he absently wondered if there was any - what did Lena call it again? For some reason, the name was escaping him, leaving the image of the fluffy purple swords and the letter 'L'. Leaves? No. Those were usually green. Lumber? No. That was brown. Liver? That felt closer, but he thought he recalled that being a science-y term. Lunch? Definitely not. Stomach, stay out of this. Sighing, he determined to think about it later, or ask her when he saw her next.
Distracted, he was only pulled from his thoughts by a large shadow that flew overhead. Zavien lifted his eyes to follow the figure curiously. And when the winged creature shifted into the figure of a friend, a gasp of excitement preceded a large smile. Jogging the distance between them, he waved an arm emphatically. "Deimos!" When he finally stopped next to the man, he was panting slightly but grinning from ear to ear as he noted the shifting of the dirt. "What a coincidence! Are you planting your seed thing here too?" Having a friend nearby would make the time pass so much faster!
reflect heavenly truth,
the imagination not least.
the imagination not least.
