Zavien
"Hmmm... good point. We'll have to scope out some safe spaces." Options for them to choose between depending on everything. Maybe the Greatwoods? Somewhere Void-less and neutral? But isn't that also where Flora had died? Then maybe Torchline or the Hollowed Grounds? Zavien's mind began to stew over options and possibilities, analyzing pros and cons. Luckily, there was still work to distract him from the steam trying to push out his ears.
Nodding to her instructions, he accepted the peppermint seeds and turned to begin laying them in the assigned holes. It didn't take long as he got the hang of their system, ensuring they were properly organized and placed. When he rose from the last hole, he took a moment to stretch and glance around. Across from the plot of soil, Zavien noticed the only window that would be supplying the vital sunlight for their plants was obscured by a thick layer of vines. The leaves only allowed a portion of the light into the space, making him frown and step forward to inspect the situation. They were securely rooted into the upper bricks and too thick to push aside. Without a second thought - or running it by Lena - he pulled out his starlight sword. A quick swipe of the blade sent them falling to the ground, sunlight spilling in to reveal their progress. A slight sizzle sounded where the ends had been charred, but Zavien pushed the pieces into their pile of weeds and garbage. Smiling, he looked to the Caretaker. "There we go. Now I can see your pretty face better." With a wink sent her way, he sheathed his sword and looked for the next batch of seeds for planting.
Nodding to her instructions, he accepted the peppermint seeds and turned to begin laying them in the assigned holes. It didn't take long as he got the hang of their system, ensuring they were properly organized and placed. When he rose from the last hole, he took a moment to stretch and glance around. Across from the plot of soil, Zavien noticed the only window that would be supplying the vital sunlight for their plants was obscured by a thick layer of vines. The leaves only allowed a portion of the light into the space, making him frown and step forward to inspect the situation. They were securely rooted into the upper bricks and too thick to push aside. Without a second thought - or running it by Lena - he pulled out his starlight sword. A quick swipe of the blade sent them falling to the ground, sunlight spilling in to reveal their progress. A slight sizzle sounded where the ends had been charred, but Zavien pushed the pieces into their pile of weeds and garbage. Smiling, he looked to the Caretaker. "There we go. Now I can see your pretty face better." With a wink sent her way, he sheathed his sword and looked for the next batch of seeds for planting.
Tis better to have loved and lost,
than never to have loved at all.
than never to have loved at all.
