I take everything seriously,
He'd traveled to the Stone Symphony many times for training (Sol usually leading the way), finding the water to be a peaceful backdrop to any pain that may have arisen. Today was no different, and Zavien had awoken before the sun to the polite intrusion of his nightmares. Dragging his exhausted body to the forest with sword in hand, he figured if he wasn't going to sleep, he might as well train. So the morning had passed in a blur of determined practice, sword whistling through the air as his feet shifted over the forest floor. By the end, he was shirtless and sweating profusely, the ache in his side a low burn.
Like he had every training session since Tal had recommended it, Zavien removed his tub of bear fat, rubbing the substance into the scarring on his side. Despite the pain, he pressed deep into the tissue, driving fist and fingers firmly into the tight knots that threatened to form, to constrict his movement. His face was twisted against the sensation, all concentration and wincing aches.
Sol stood guard nearby, attention divided between the surrounding forest and buzzing insects flitting over the top of the water. He was the first to notice the approach of soft feet, abandoning his delight of the tiny gnats for his companion, swiftly alighting to his side. Zavien raised his head from his actions to spot the flash of white moving closer. His hands froze, suddenly feeling overwhelmed with the emotions of their previous interaction. He'd only been trying to help, and he'd somehow ended up with a knife in the ribs, all his trauma and insecurities bleeding into his chest.
The gold dragon let out a low growl, taking a threatening step towards her that the Dragoon didn't stop, even as he gave Sol a gentle brush against the bond, a sign that he had it under control. 'Under control' being that he was leaving. He stood from the rock he'd propped himself on, sealing the tub of bear fat to stow it back in his pack. As his did so, his new addition was on full display on his bare, tan skin; the fading pink of the fresh scar puckering with his movements, stretching across his right side from armpit to mid abdomen. It wasn't hard to tell how severe the injury had been, although it couldn't compare to the suffering it had inflicted since.
Like he had every training session since Tal had recommended it, Zavien removed his tub of bear fat, rubbing the substance into the scarring on his side. Despite the pain, he pressed deep into the tissue, driving fist and fingers firmly into the tight knots that threatened to form, to constrict his movement. His face was twisted against the sensation, all concentration and wincing aches.
Sol stood guard nearby, attention divided between the surrounding forest and buzzing insects flitting over the top of the water. He was the first to notice the approach of soft feet, abandoning his delight of the tiny gnats for his companion, swiftly alighting to his side. Zavien raised his head from his actions to spot the flash of white moving closer. His hands froze, suddenly feeling overwhelmed with the emotions of their previous interaction. He'd only been trying to help, and he'd somehow ended up with a knife in the ribs, all his trauma and insecurities bleeding into his chest.
The gold dragon let out a low growl, taking a threatening step towards her that the Dragoon didn't stop, even as he gave Sol a gentle brush against the bond, a sign that he had it under control. 'Under control' being that he was leaving. He stood from the rock he'd propped himself on, sealing the tub of bear fat to stow it back in his pack. As his did so, his new addition was on full display on his bare, tan skin; the fading pink of the fresh scar puckering with his movements, stretching across his right side from armpit to mid abdomen. It wasn't hard to tell how severe the injury had been, although it couldn't compare to the suffering it had inflicted since.
Zavien
but I also take it lighthearted to recognize I can't control it.
