Zavien
I think all things,
in their way,
in their way,
His hand flexed as he lost her warmth, trying to focus on the task at hand rather than the want to curl up with Sol and Lena. Instead, he watched as she arranged her equipment, taking note of the seeds and bulbs. It was hard to tell what they would become when they were random sizes and shapes with no indication of their future forms. He still looked closely like they might as he asked, "Do you have any fuzzy purple sword seeds? I've become quite fond of those." Zavien glanced up with a playful smirk, hoping she might appreciate that he wanted to instill some of them into the task from Vi, that he wanted to do it with her.
Content to get his hands dirty, to feel the work it would take to cultivate the plant, he dug his fingers into the soil. Sol tried to 'help,' although he did little but spread the mess over his golden scales. Zavien looked to Lena with an exasperated smile as he moved aside the dirt. "Do I need to dig very deep?"
Content to get his hands dirty, to feel the work it would take to cultivate the plant, he dug his fingers into the soil. Sol tried to 'help,' although he did little but spread the mess over his golden scales. Zavien looked to Lena with an exasperated smile as he moved aside the dirt. "Do I need to dig very deep?"
reflect heavenly truth,
the imagination not least.
the imagination not least.
