Zavien
After receiving his quest, Zavien found it to be a good excuse to visit Torchline again. It'd been quite some time since he'd been to the oceanside, and he wasn't sure he'd ever seen the shore at night. All the more reason for him to hop on a skyship and suffer through the journey down from Stormbreak. Luckily, the trip was short and he was on the beach before he knew it.
Settling into the sand, he took the time to watch the sun set, marveling at the array of colors that couldn't be replicated anywhere else. The chill of night and the new Leafchange added a crispness to the air, sharpening the colors inexplicably. He rested his head on his arms as he patiently waited for the stars to make their appearance. They were particularly shy tonight, lingering in pure darkness before the first sparkle finally appeared. Within minutes, thousands appeared, reflecting against the crashing waves which glittered spectacularly.
Zavien stood, unsheathing his blade as he made his way forward. He waded into the shallow edge of the water before kneeling to submerge the sword in the water. His body tensed against the cold, but he clenched his teeth, hissing to keep from pulling back. Instead, he dipped his hands in to run them along the sharp edge, ensuring that any impurities feel from its surface.
Settling into the sand, he took the time to watch the sun set, marveling at the array of colors that couldn't be replicated anywhere else. The chill of night and the new Leafchange added a crispness to the air, sharpening the colors inexplicably. He rested his head on his arms as he patiently waited for the stars to make their appearance. They were particularly shy tonight, lingering in pure darkness before the first sparkle finally appeared. Within minutes, thousands appeared, reflecting against the crashing waves which glittered spectacularly.
Zavien stood, unsheathing his blade as he made his way forward. He waded into the shallow edge of the water before kneeling to submerge the sword in the water. His body tensed against the cold, but he clenched his teeth, hissing to keep from pulling back. Instead, he dipped his hands in to run them along the sharp edge, ensuring that any impurities feel from its surface.
As the sea is beautiful not only in calm but also in a storm,
so is happiness found not only in peace but also in strife.
so is happiness found not only in peace but also in strife.
