I can do this all day.
Despite the melancholy weather, Zavien was more hopeful than he'd been in weeks. Lena was coming, and he couldn't wait to see her. He'd woken at the break of dawn, although not from nightmares or dread like most mornings, no, he was excited. Sol had bounced along behind him as the Dragoon had made his way into the forest in his usual habit of training and exploring throughout the day. However, in his haze of anticipation, his already lacking directional skills became abysmal. He was immediately lost, wandering through the darkening fog that led him to a familiar body of water.
Sol spotted her first, giving a low chirp of intrigue mixed with apprehension for the unusual sight. When Zavien finally noticed her, he paused in place, blinking slowly at the unmistakably pale Ancient. His voice called out, uncertain, "Maea? Is that you?" Not having seen Maea since her death, and too distracted by his own woes during the Feast to recognize her, he was surprised by her presence in the Greatwood. It dampened the bright emotions of his mind, pulling at something darker. The licking flames and wafting steam gave her a spectral form that had him wondering at his own vision and sanity, especially considering she was very much naked. Turning his head away with an obvious blush of his cheeks, he called out again, "Are you okay?" She didn't look okay, if that even was 'her,' but his own protective nature had been returning in recent weeks, and he couldn't turn a blind eye to whatever pain may be causing such a reaction.
Sol spotted her first, giving a low chirp of intrigue mixed with apprehension for the unusual sight. When Zavien finally noticed her, he paused in place, blinking slowly at the unmistakably pale Ancient. His voice called out, uncertain, "Maea? Is that you?" Not having seen Maea since her death, and too distracted by his own woes during the Feast to recognize her, he was surprised by her presence in the Greatwood. It dampened the bright emotions of his mind, pulling at something darker. The licking flames and wafting steam gave her a spectral form that had him wondering at his own vision and sanity, especially considering she was very much naked. Turning his head away with an obvious blush of his cheeks, he called out again, "Are you okay?" She didn't look okay, if that even was 'her,' but his own protective nature had been returning in recent weeks, and he couldn't turn a blind eye to whatever pain may be causing such a reaction.
Zavien
