Zavien
Satisfied that Lena wasn't going to scold him, Sol made his way inside, prancing along as if he owned the place. It made Zavien roll his eyes, trying to hide a smile. The little dragon didn't seem bothered, curious to explore every nook and cranny. His head tilted and tail flicked as he nestled into corners, trying to discover some hidden toys or treats. That included the ceiling as he flew up into the rafters, wings flapping gently. It was a welcome distraction from the nerves, but Zavien tried to set it aside to make sure that he absorbed all the important cooking skills. He'd eventually have to try this on his own anyways.
Standing very stiffly, his eyes scanned Lena's every movement, paying close attention to how much water she used, how she turned the stove on, and how she positioned everything. He nodded his head, a diligent student determined to learn through pure willpower. "So while we wait for the water to boil, we..." He consulted the cards. "Cut the meat?"
Standing very stiffly, his eyes scanned Lena's every movement, paying close attention to how much water she used, how she turned the stove on, and how she positioned everything. He nodded his head, a diligent student determined to learn through pure willpower. "So while we wait for the water to boil, we..." He consulted the cards. "Cut the meat?"
If you don't like the road you're walking,
start paving another.
start paving another.
