Zavien
Never once would Zavien have imagined seeing Safrin cry. Her bright light and playful demeanor had always seemed infallible. To see her so stripped down and full of sorrow was jarring and somewhat frightening. The man in him wanted to reach out and embrace her, offering the soothing comfort of physical contact as he wiped away the tears; but the human in him hesitated to cross such a personal line with a goddess. It was not his place to be so familiar, even if she looked so human. Yet Sol held no such boundaries; the little dragon inched forward with a soft whine, pressing his snout against her before looking up with molten gold eyes full of emotion.
Although Zavien had nothing as fancy as a handkerchief, he reached into his pocket to offer a strip of cloth with tattered edges. It wasn't worthy of Safrin's tears, but he hoped she might know the depth of his sympathy for her. "I'm so sorry. I had no idea." His voice was as subdued as the setting sun, thick with compassion. He slowly shook his head in utter disbelief. "Who would do such a thing?" Who would dare? Possibilities ran through his head, but he refused to speak them aloud.
Although Zavien had nothing as fancy as a handkerchief, he reached into his pocket to offer a strip of cloth with tattered edges. It wasn't worthy of Safrin's tears, but he hoped she might know the depth of his sympathy for her. "I'm so sorry. I had no idea." His voice was as subdued as the setting sun, thick with compassion. He slowly shook his head in utter disbelief. "Who would do such a thing?" Who would dare? Possibilities ran through his head, but he refused to speak them aloud.
A flower cannot blossom without sunshine,
and man cannot live without love.
and man cannot live without love.
