Zavien
Strike hands with me. The glass is brim.
The dew is on the heather.
He can't imagine anyone being upset enough to want Hawthorn's pretty face gone. Zavien verbalizes as much with a shake of his head. "Although I doubt that'll be the case, you're always welcome at my place!" He hasn't made any improvements, but he doubts the man will judge him for it. The dew is on the heather.
Unrestrained laughter bursts forth at his admission for his delay. "I don't blame you! She probably would! Plus an extra helping of dessert." He could practically hear her mother hen tone, scolding the grown man for not eating more. Zavien himself needs to pay her a visit, sure she will tsk her tongue at his absence, but the thought only makes him smile more.
As the courier speaks, Zavien's eyebrows raise. "Floating pumpkins? There's got to be a story there." He laughs, wondering what kind of antics his friend has been up to. While he thinks up reasons for skybound gourds, the barmaid brings them drinks. He tells her "Thank you" and takes a sip of the beer while she shoots Hawthorn an appreciative glance.
The last question has Zavien wracking his brain. What hasn't happened since he's last seen Thorn? Rubbing his chin, he thinks aloud, "Well, I finally joined the Dragoons. That's been fun and they've been giving me all sorts of assignments to help people around the city. I even got to meet our leader." He tries not to pause too long at that admission, pushing aside thoughts of Dahlia and continuing on. "I've met a lot of great people, including some of the other infamous leaders of Caido; kings, queens, wardens. I've fought a lot of Void creatures and monsters. Oh! And played fetch with a bone being. That was fun." Realizing he was talking a lot, Zavien smiles. "It's been a lot and there's sure to be more. But tell me more about work. Have you met any interesting people?"
And love is good, and life is long,
and friends are best together.
and friends are best together.
