Zavien
I think all things,
in their way,
in their way,
Finally noticing the very clear images on the front of the packages, Zavien gave her a sheepish smile, especially as she pulled a pair of gardening gloves out. He probably should have thought about that before plunging his hands into the dirt, but he found that he enjoyed the feeling of it, like it was grounding him in the moment, letting him push aside any big world problems or concerns.
Nodding at Lena's advice, he narrowed his eyes at the hole he was digging. "Just a little more..." he mumbled. Then he dug his fingers in deeper, trying to match the depth she'd shown with her hands. Luckily, the soil was soft and moved easily away to make a decent sized hole. Zavien looked up for Lena's approval just in time to see Sol nip playfully at Mittens. Having sensed his companion's worries dissipating, the dragon was content to entertain the snowball in a game of snapdragon.
The Dragoon smiled before returning to the work covering his hands. "How long will this take to grow?" Not that he was inpatient (he was), but it would be important to know how long until he'd be able to complete the task and return to Vi.
Nodding at Lena's advice, he narrowed his eyes at the hole he was digging. "Just a little more..." he mumbled. Then he dug his fingers in deeper, trying to match the depth she'd shown with her hands. Luckily, the soil was soft and moved easily away to make a decent sized hole. Zavien looked up for Lena's approval just in time to see Sol nip playfully at Mittens. Having sensed his companion's worries dissipating, the dragon was content to entertain the snowball in a game of snapdragon.
The Dragoon smiled before returning to the work covering his hands. "How long will this take to grow?" Not that he was inpatient (he was), but it would be important to know how long until he'd be able to complete the task and return to Vi.
reflect heavenly truth,
the imagination not least.
the imagination not least.
