Zavien
Whatever Zavien is expecting when the door opens isn't the strange sight before him. His eyes go wide and mouth slack, utterly baffled by the interrupted tea party. Koa's comment definitely causes him to burst out into laughter because he can't argue that the hollow eyes and white silk hat fit with the label 'Mad Hatter;' although maybe they should have kept that to themselves as the sound of Zavien's amusement causes a seriously sinister synchronized turn that has him choking down the remainder with a mixture of hysteria and horror.
As the gourds jump into action, the Dragoons don't waste any time. Zavien lunges for the nearest floating beast, which happens to be the one in the green turban. His left hand grabs the end of the turban while the other catches one of its vines, making it screech loudly. Flinching from the sound, Zavien uses his weight to pull the mischievous gourd away from the other hats. The action begins to unravel the turban, tangling the Dragoon when his hold weakens. He tumbles head over heels backwards, pulling the gourd with him but somehow bringing him closer to the exit. Once they roll to a stop, Zavien has found himself in a strained twister of green fabric and thick plant vines, propped against the door like a bundle of trash ready to be taken out. Growling out some level of frustration for his uncomfortably contortionist position, he rocks back to roll them completely out to door, hoping the companions might be able to provide him some level of assistance or relief against the struggling orange monstrosity.
Zavien grabs the green turban gourd, but ends up tangled up outside!
As the gourds jump into action, the Dragoons don't waste any time. Zavien lunges for the nearest floating beast, which happens to be the one in the green turban. His left hand grabs the end of the turban while the other catches one of its vines, making it screech loudly. Flinching from the sound, Zavien uses his weight to pull the mischievous gourd away from the other hats. The action begins to unravel the turban, tangling the Dragoon when his hold weakens. He tumbles head over heels backwards, pulling the gourd with him but somehow bringing him closer to the exit. Once they roll to a stop, Zavien has found himself in a strained twister of green fabric and thick plant vines, propped against the door like a bundle of trash ready to be taken out. Growling out some level of frustration for his uncomfortably contortionist position, he rocks back to roll them completely out to door, hoping the companions might be able to provide him some level of assistance or relief against the struggling orange monstrosity.
Zavien grabs the green turban gourd, but ends up tangled up outside!
A flower cannot blossom without sunshine,
and man cannot live without love.
and man cannot live without love.
