Zavien
I think all things,
in their way,
in their way,
Entering Stormbreak again, after weeks of being away, was a strange experience. His mind had created various images of what tragedies might befall his city in his absence - people screaming, fires burning, purple haze, maniacal laughter. None of it compared to what he saw as he stepped of the skyship: nothing. His ring warmed against his hand at the various infected, but it appeared arguably the same as before he'd left. It was comforting and suspicious all the same, like something should be wrong, and not being able to see it just made him think something worse was lurking beneath the surface, an infected boil buried deep.
Zavien grasped Lena's hand, taking deep, measured breaths as they walked through the streets. His eyes scanned more, searching for anything that might confirm his fears as he tried to calm the racing of his heart. Despite Sol's growing size, he propped on Zavien's shoulders, offering simultaneous support and protection through small nudges or pulses through their bond. If his hands weren't otherwise occupied with Lena and his large pack, he'd have one rubbing along the warm scales to distract himself.
Swallowing against the bit of nausea twisting his stomach, Zavien gave Lena a forced smile, trying to instill some sense of casual calm. "Do you need to stop by your house first? Or should we head to the Celestine?" He knew she had plenty of work to catch up on, and he was already making steps to work through his quest from Vi after updating the Caretaker during their trip back. The god had stressed speed, and he didn't want to disappoint, although it was hard to focus on such tasks through the anxiety coursing through him.
Zavien grasped Lena's hand, taking deep, measured breaths as they walked through the streets. His eyes scanned more, searching for anything that might confirm his fears as he tried to calm the racing of his heart. Despite Sol's growing size, he propped on Zavien's shoulders, offering simultaneous support and protection through small nudges or pulses through their bond. If his hands weren't otherwise occupied with Lena and his large pack, he'd have one rubbing along the warm scales to distract himself.
Swallowing against the bit of nausea twisting his stomach, Zavien gave Lena a forced smile, trying to instill some sense of casual calm. "Do you need to stop by your house first? Or should we head to the Celestine?" He knew she had plenty of work to catch up on, and he was already making steps to work through his quest from Vi after updating the Caretaker during their trip back. The god had stressed speed, and he didn't want to disappoint, although it was hard to focus on such tasks through the anxiety coursing through him.
reflect heavenly truth,
the imagination not least.
the imagination not least.
