Just smile and be happy.
He gave her a gentle nod of understanding, letting the moment pass in peace. There was sure to be a time later on when they could share wounds and traumas of those they'd lost, but for now, he embraced the joy of food and pleasant company.
Zavien chuckled, again noticing the cute way Lena celebrated the food. "Absolutely!" His eyes scanned their surroundings as he leaned towards her conspiratorially. "But I think we should be like the locals and keep this as our little secret." Zavien gave her a playful wink followed by a bright smile. At the same moment, a rustling of leaves produced a handful of lightning bugs that had him glancing away dreamily. It really was a magical place.
As he turned back to his food, and the heavier topic of politics, Sol nudged his head out eagerly for another bite. Zavien obliged as he said, "I personally agree, but I think it would be beneficial to make sure everyone is on the same page." Considering her other points, he hummed, running a hand along his trimmed beard. His mind ran through the reasoning for his thoughts and their soldierly strategy. "Primarily the Wilds. I think we have a responsibility to all Breakers to be aware of what's going on in the outside world and what could pose a threat. If we only ever stayed in the city, we wouldn't know how far the Void has spread or if it might be more of a risk." It had been his main purpose for leaving Stormbreak to begin with, and he was still very passionate about the idea of anticipating issues rather than staying ignorant. Continuing on, he skewered a juicy piece of deer on his fork. "I wouldn't endorse taking liberties in others' territories, but our presence may be helpful, just for people to see us. To know that we're still strong and fighting." Perhaps as a deterrent for nefarious business, or as a beacon of safety for others, guiding them to Stormbreak. Whatever the reason, it couldn't hurt.
He swallowed the large bite of food, taking a moment to appreciate it as he answered her other question. "Erica owns a noodle shop in the Pacifist Plaza. She's the mother hen of Stormbreak. I swear she tries to fatten me like a prized pig for Deepfrost." His hand smacked his abdomen dramatically (which didn't have an ounce of fat), laughing freely at the sound it made. Then he leaned forward, face becoming serious as he pointed his fork at her. "I can introduce you next time we're in the city, but be warned... you may have to roll home." His face broke back into an easy smile, giving her another wink as he leaned back.
Zavien chuckled, again noticing the cute way Lena celebrated the food. "Absolutely!" His eyes scanned their surroundings as he leaned towards her conspiratorially. "But I think we should be like the locals and keep this as our little secret." Zavien gave her a playful wink followed by a bright smile. At the same moment, a rustling of leaves produced a handful of lightning bugs that had him glancing away dreamily. It really was a magical place.
As he turned back to his food, and the heavier topic of politics, Sol nudged his head out eagerly for another bite. Zavien obliged as he said, "I personally agree, but I think it would be beneficial to make sure everyone is on the same page." Considering her other points, he hummed, running a hand along his trimmed beard. His mind ran through the reasoning for his thoughts and their soldierly strategy. "Primarily the Wilds. I think we have a responsibility to all Breakers to be aware of what's going on in the outside world and what could pose a threat. If we only ever stayed in the city, we wouldn't know how far the Void has spread or if it might be more of a risk." It had been his main purpose for leaving Stormbreak to begin with, and he was still very passionate about the idea of anticipating issues rather than staying ignorant. Continuing on, he skewered a juicy piece of deer on his fork. "I wouldn't endorse taking liberties in others' territories, but our presence may be helpful, just for people to see us. To know that we're still strong and fighting." Perhaps as a deterrent for nefarious business, or as a beacon of safety for others, guiding them to Stormbreak. Whatever the reason, it couldn't hurt.
He swallowed the large bite of food, taking a moment to appreciate it as he answered her other question. "Erica owns a noodle shop in the Pacifist Plaza. She's the mother hen of Stormbreak. I swear she tries to fatten me like a prized pig for Deepfrost." His hand smacked his abdomen dramatically (which didn't have an ounce of fat), laughing freely at the sound it made. Then he leaned forward, face becoming serious as he pointed his fork at her. "I can introduce you next time we're in the city, but be warned... you may have to roll home." His face broke back into an easy smile, giving her another wink as he leaned back.
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