Zavien
Strike hands with me. The glass is brim.
The dew is on the heather.
Not many people know about the White Hart's amazing breakfast menu. Sure, it's popular for late night wine and beers, but it also happens to have amazing pancakes, waffles, omelets, and all other forms of early morning sustenance. Zavien particularly enjoys the bacon and egg sandwich, obviously with extra bacon. And after getting absolutely pummeled, the Dragoon thinks that a hearty meal is just what they need to gather their strength. The dew is on the heather.
The cozy atmosphere seems much more welcoming in the little daylight that filters through the tall windows, lighting the abundance of antler decor and the familiar scattering of regulars in their usual seats. Claiming a table in the middle of the large room, he takes a seat, smiling at Koa. "Ugh. I am starving. I think I could eat about four dozen eggs. What are you thinking about getting?" Zavien's laugh flows freely as he leans back, already exhausted from the day that has only just begun.
And love is good, and life is long,
and friends are best together.
and friends are best together.
