Zavien
Returning from another long morning of training, Zavien was coated in sweat, exhaustion pulling at his limbs and dirt coating his clothes; however, it didn't dampen the returning glint of hope in his green eyes, the determination in his steps as he made his way through the village. Sol still trailed at his side, diligently scanning for threats, although his own efforts had become more practice than paranoia. Because of this, the dragon was the first to spot the Warden on a nearby bench, giving a low chirp of notice.
Pausing, Zavien looked to where Sol indicated, eyes widening as he took in the large, hunched form writing over a pile of papers. He changed course to approach, a smile forming on his face. "Deimos? I wasn't expecting to see you out here." Although he couldn't necessarily say he was surprised. Everyone and their mother had decided to come search for the flowers, so why wouldn't the leader of a region who might (arguably) need them the most?
The Dragoon came to a stop before Deimos, hand resting comfortably on the hilt of his sword. His smile turned more somber as her said, "I was sorry to hear about the Springs. How is Halo fairing?"
Pausing, Zavien looked to where Sol indicated, eyes widening as he took in the large, hunched form writing over a pile of papers. He changed course to approach, a smile forming on his face. "Deimos? I wasn't expecting to see you out here." Although he couldn't necessarily say he was surprised. Everyone and their mother had decided to come search for the flowers, so why wouldn't the leader of a region who might (arguably) need them the most?
The Dragoon came to a stop before Deimos, hand resting comfortably on the hilt of his sword. His smile turned more somber as her said, "I was sorry to hear about the Springs. How is Halo fairing?"
Be like a solid tower
whose brave height remains unmoved by all the winds that blow.
whose brave height remains unmoved by all the winds that blow.
