Above all shadows rides the Sun
Totally oblivious to the self-inflicted trauma about to occur, Zavien focused his efforts on procuring the supplies while thinking about all the fun things he still hoped to do with friends. Bonfires were obviously a hit. Maybe he could hold a house party? Or a welcome party for his new dragon? Or maybe someone would throw another ball! He hadn't gotten the chance to attend the last one. With these warm fuzzy thoughts in his mind, Zavien turned to find Tal bleeding profusely from an arm wound he swore wasn't there before.
He quickly jumped into action, his soldier brain taking note of the damage as he cursed lightly under his breath (think "dagnabit" level). As the glow of Tal's healing ring staunched the majority of the flow, he didn't feel the need for a tourniquet, but he still wrapped a strip of gauze tightly around the wound, putting pressure on the site. The tight grasp would probably add to the pain, yet if it could stop the man from bleeding out, that's what he'd do. Concern radiated from him as the gauze already turned a light pink. He growled at the sight, but tried to reassure his friend. "Don't worry. I've got you. Just stay with me." Zavien didn't know how if Tal would be squeamish or lose too much to remain conscious, so he tried to think of other questions to keep him focused. "What happened, Tal?"
While waiting for a response, his observant gaze took in the dagger and the previous scar, eyes widening as the courier's strange words and the evidence before him clicked into place. Before he could stop the words, he shouted, "Seriously, Tal?! This is what Ludo has you doing?!" Part of him wanted to slap some sense into the man, but with his hands occupied and themanalready injured, he chose to restrain himself. Instead, he just shook his head, pity and disappointment overwhelming the anger. Zavien hadn't met Mort's herald, but he could already feel an opinion being formed about it. To make his friend do something so painful to himself was despicable. Yet, Tal couldn't go without blame. He could have said no. Zavien would've expected that. He thought he'd known the courier better than that.
Confused and more than a little blindsided, the Dragoon looked up with painfully green eyes. "Why would you do this?" It was almost a whisper, the betrayal lacing his tone, a stark contrast to the joy he'd been feeling just moments before.
He quickly jumped into action, his soldier brain taking note of the damage as he cursed lightly under his breath (think "dagnabit" level). As the glow of Tal's healing ring staunched the majority of the flow, he didn't feel the need for a tourniquet, but he still wrapped a strip of gauze tightly around the wound, putting pressure on the site. The tight grasp would probably add to the pain, yet if it could stop the man from bleeding out, that's what he'd do. Concern radiated from him as the gauze already turned a light pink. He growled at the sight, but tried to reassure his friend. "Don't worry. I've got you. Just stay with me." Zavien didn't know how if Tal would be squeamish or lose too much to remain conscious, so he tried to think of other questions to keep him focused. "What happened, Tal?"
While waiting for a response, his observant gaze took in the dagger and the previous scar, eyes widening as the courier's strange words and the evidence before him clicked into place. Before he could stop the words, he shouted, "Seriously, Tal?! This is what Ludo has you doing?!" Part of him wanted to slap some sense into the man, but with his hands occupied and themanalready injured, he chose to restrain himself. Instead, he just shook his head, pity and disappointment overwhelming the anger. Zavien hadn't met Mort's herald, but he could already feel an opinion being formed about it. To make his friend do something so painful to himself was despicable. Yet, Tal couldn't go without blame. He could have said no. Zavien would've expected that. He thought he'd known the courier better than that.
Confused and more than a little blindsided, the Dragoon looked up with painfully green eyes. "Why would you do this?" It was almost a whisper, the betrayal lacing his tone, a stark contrast to the joy he'd been feeling just moments before.
Zavien
