Zavien
He nodded along with her decision, both eager and apprehensive to begin. There wasn't time to dwell on it as they made their way back inside. At Lena's invitation, Sol glided in, trotting around the room with mud on his paws, which elicited a soft groan. Zavien scolded him lightly, hoping he hadn't done too much damage to the new garden. The Dragoon scooped up his companion, stepping out to brush the dirt from the golden scales. When he made it back inside, wriggling dragon in tow, he gave Lena a grimaced smile. "Sorry." He stooped down to scoop up some of the loose pieces that'd been tracked into the house, throwing them outside before making his way back to her side, trying to shift the focus back to cooking.
Standing very large and awkward in the middle of the cozy kitchen, his face scrunched to read the card. "Umm... boil water for the pasta?" He was fairly certain that's what it said in the scrawling note, but nerves still had him asking it like a question. The logical side of him knew that it was a simple process even as the anxiety had him blanking on what that involved. Water. Obviously. A pot maybe? Was that it? The minimalism of it had him doubting himself, looking to Lena to take the lead, eyes desperate and pleading.
Standing very large and awkward in the middle of the cozy kitchen, his face scrunched to read the card. "Umm... boil water for the pasta?" He was fairly certain that's what it said in the scrawling note, but nerves still had him asking it like a question. The logical side of him knew that it was a simple process even as the anxiety had him blanking on what that involved. Water. Obviously. A pot maybe? Was that it? The minimalism of it had him doubting himself, looking to Lena to take the lead, eyes desperate and pleading.
If you don't like the road you're walking,
start paving another.
start paving another.
