Zavien
Strike hands with me. The glass is brim.
The dew is on the heather.
Zavien barks another loud laugh. "Okay. I'll give you that, but maybe think twice next time." He shakes his head in disbelief, although he probably would have done the exact same thing. His penchant for finding trouble while trying to help others is unrivaled, but perhaps that's rubbing off on Thorn. As he takes another sip of his drink, he snorts loudly at a thought. "Leafchange is going to be a nightmare this year." With the abundance of pumpkins in season, there would be no rest from suspecting every gourd has an ulterior motive of mischief. It makes him hurry to swallow his mouthful of ale before another bout of laughter consumes him. The dew is on the heather.
Apparently, the two men are the perfect maelstrom of laughter and sleeping chaos. Zavien will snore an award-worthy symphony while Hawthorn flings along a contemporary dance to bring people to tears. Anyone observing will surely be jealous of their talent. And they will both be too polite to comment on their performances in the morning. Like true gentlemen. And true friends.
Like the good friend he is, Zavien is extremely satisfied to hear that Thorn takes his words to heart, nodding proudly. It might even give him an excuse to go visit Halo (for leveling reqs). Just like how he plans to visit the House of Midnight. However, the multiple mentions of heights don't help his interest in the shifting rooms. Is he the only one who doesn't like heights? Smiling politely, he tries to picture it as a short treehouse in a calm forest. "That does sound pretty cool." Tilting his head, he asks, "Do your clients ever let you pick the room? Or are you always subject to their whims?"
And love is good, and life is long,
and friends are best together.
and friends are best together.
