Zavien
I think all things,
in their way,
in their way,
Accepting the seeds from her, Zavien dropped them into the dirt before gently pushing the soil over them. He let out a disappointed sigh, reaching for the watering can. "Ugh. Sadly not." Someone he knew probably had earth magic, but he wasn't certain enough to inconvenience them by asking them to visit Stormbreak just to help him bloom a flower.
Smiling, he bumped against her shoulder. "I guess I'll just have to come with you every day to check until it sprouts." And just as he said he would, Zavien visited the Celestine every morning at the break of dawn to care for the plant, watering and weeding the area in hopes of seeing any sign of success. Despite the days that dragged on, he tried not to lose hope, finding comfort in the work as a distraction from the rest of Stormbreak. He quickly understood why Lena enjoyed it so much. It helped give him a sense of peace again, the tension slowly leaving his body more with every day.
As the Caretaker had said, it took a little over a week for the seeds to sprout, small green shoots pushing up from the dirt to unfurl into the sunlight. When he'd noticed the tiny stems, he'd knelt by the dirt, a stupidly bright grin on his face as he admired the life he'd helped cultivate and grow, then promptly ran to Lena, laughing and smiling as he led her to the plot to see the fruits of his labor. In the following days, small purple buds began to form, and the lavender would be ready to bloom just in time for him to visit Vi again.
[FIN]
Smiling, he bumped against her shoulder. "I guess I'll just have to come with you every day to check until it sprouts." And just as he said he would, Zavien visited the Celestine every morning at the break of dawn to care for the plant, watering and weeding the area in hopes of seeing any sign of success. Despite the days that dragged on, he tried not to lose hope, finding comfort in the work as a distraction from the rest of Stormbreak. He quickly understood why Lena enjoyed it so much. It helped give him a sense of peace again, the tension slowly leaving his body more with every day.
As the Caretaker had said, it took a little over a week for the seeds to sprout, small green shoots pushing up from the dirt to unfurl into the sunlight. When he'd noticed the tiny stems, he'd knelt by the dirt, a stupidly bright grin on his face as he admired the life he'd helped cultivate and grow, then promptly ran to Lena, laughing and smiling as he led her to the plot to see the fruits of his labor. In the following days, small purple buds began to form, and the lavender would be ready to bloom just in time for him to visit Vi again.
[FIN]
reflect heavenly truth,
the imagination not least.
the imagination not least.
