Zavien
The echoing roar finally attracted Zavien's attention enough to see Sol antagonizing Mittens, frantically trying to dodge the chomping snow teeth. Like a fun-loving dad, his first instinct was to chuckle at the chaotic fun before he was raising his voice to gently scold the dragon. "Sol. Play nice. If you can't, you'll have to play separately." How he could manage to keep the two apart was a problem he'd deal with if he got there. For now, Sol seemed to get the message, tail sagging slightly at the threat as he hovered in the air. He cocked his head to look at the snowball, chirping softly to offer a truce.
Turning back to Lena and their lesson, he nodded his head along with her sentiments. "That makes sense." Cold food wouldn't be very enjoyable. He accepted the spoon, stirring the pasta as instructed to keep them from sticking to each other. With his other hand, he squinted at the card again, finding the next step. "It says 'medium'?" Not that he had any idea what that meant. Zavien looked to her with the same question in his eyes. He only knew of 'on' and 'off.'
Turning back to Lena and their lesson, he nodded his head along with her sentiments. "That makes sense." Cold food wouldn't be very enjoyable. He accepted the spoon, stirring the pasta as instructed to keep them from sticking to each other. With his other hand, he squinted at the card again, finding the next step. "It says 'medium'?" Not that he had any idea what that meant. Zavien looked to her with the same question in his eyes. He only knew of 'on' and 'off.'
If you don't like the road you're walking,
start paving another.
start paving another.
