Zavien
Trying his best to stay out of the line of fire (and failing), Zavien hummed a [s]little[/i] lot off key, content to let them hash it out in the dirt. Sol didn't let up, burying his muzzle in the soil to search for any lingering roots even after she'd shifted back, but they'd done a pretty thorough job and the dragon flopped back on his tail with a humph of disappointment. Placing a comforting hand on his companion's head, Zavien chuckled.
When he glanced back at Lena's dirtied form, he shook his head, laughing more at the sight. "And you thought you couldn't take me anywhere." He winked playfully as he brushed some of the loam from her hair. "Mmmm. I'm sure everyone will appreciate that. Although you'll probably have to give a lesson on what they're all for." Gods knew he couldn't tell the difference between most of the green plants. He doubted many of the other Dragoons could either. They'd probably all try to cook with them. Nonetheless, he lifted his shovel and started gridding out the dirt, ready to dig holes for the seeds. "Want to work on the labels? We both know I'll probably just misspell everything." If they could even read his handwriting.
When he glanced back at Lena's dirtied form, he shook his head, laughing more at the sight. "And you thought you couldn't take me anywhere." He winked playfully as he brushed some of the loam from her hair. "Mmmm. I'm sure everyone will appreciate that. Although you'll probably have to give a lesson on what they're all for." Gods knew he couldn't tell the difference between most of the green plants. He doubted many of the other Dragoons could either. They'd probably all try to cook with them. Nonetheless, he lifted his shovel and started gridding out the dirt, ready to dig holes for the seeds. "Want to work on the labels? We both know I'll probably just misspell everything." If they could even read his handwriting.
Tis better to have loved and lost,
than never to have loved at all.
than never to have loved at all.
