Zavien
Chuckling at the bottomless pit of his companion, Zavien watched the griffin settle a little more to preen. "I suppose that's a good thing. Not all animals want treatment." And not all of them were small enough to be contained in a small enclosure or restrained without risking harm to Lena or others.
On the other topic, Sol seemed very intent to be said 'company,' not moving away from the griffin as it nestled closer to the dragon again. Obviously, something had transpired between them, something that made the griffin gravitate towards Sol for comfort, a trust having grown. They circled each other in the enclosure, chirping and grumbling in communication.
Noting the time, and his own encroaching hunger, Zavien turned to Lena. "We should probably be getting back." Pushing off from the tree, he looked at the pair still chatting it up, briefly happy for their friendship. "Sol, come on. We'll see him again in the morning." Yet, when the dragon moved to follow, the griffin gave a panicked squawk, standing in his path. Another exchange took place between them, Zavien only privy to the emotions that Sol felt: surprise, confusion, understanding, then acceptance. And when his companion looked back at him, he sat, a certainty in his gaze.
Zavien didn't need to ask what it meant, he could feel through the bond that Sol intended to stay, to do his part in helping ease the griffin's anxieties around being in the Celestine. However, it didn't change the dread building in his chest, and he had to swallow back his own selfish desires as he asked, "Are you - are you sure?" The dragon let out a soft whine, cocking its head in a soft look of reassurance.
His smile was bitter but proud as Zavien shook his head. "When did you get to be so mature?" Maybe it had something to do with his death and all. Running a hand through his hair, he finally gave in, his smile thin and resigned. "Fine, but I'll be by to get you in the morning, okay? Don't cause any trouble." And with no small amount of reluctance, he waited patiently for Lena to be ready before leaving behind half of his heart.
In the morning, Zavien immediately followed Lena to the enclosure, feeling the ache in his chest ease at the sight of the little golden dragon. He knew there were probably others that needed her attention more, but he hadn't slept well without Sol by his side, and he wouldn't be comforted until he saw his companion. Luckily, they were greeted by the pair who bumped shoulder to shoulder, Sol begging for treats without hesitation. It made him laugh, and he offered some jerky from his own pocket to the two creatures.
On the other topic, Sol seemed very intent to be said 'company,' not moving away from the griffin as it nestled closer to the dragon again. Obviously, something had transpired between them, something that made the griffin gravitate towards Sol for comfort, a trust having grown. They circled each other in the enclosure, chirping and grumbling in communication.
Noting the time, and his own encroaching hunger, Zavien turned to Lena. "We should probably be getting back." Pushing off from the tree, he looked at the pair still chatting it up, briefly happy for their friendship. "Sol, come on. We'll see him again in the morning." Yet, when the dragon moved to follow, the griffin gave a panicked squawk, standing in his path. Another exchange took place between them, Zavien only privy to the emotions that Sol felt: surprise, confusion, understanding, then acceptance. And when his companion looked back at him, he sat, a certainty in his gaze.
Zavien didn't need to ask what it meant, he could feel through the bond that Sol intended to stay, to do his part in helping ease the griffin's anxieties around being in the Celestine. However, it didn't change the dread building in his chest, and he had to swallow back his own selfish desires as he asked, "Are you - are you sure?" The dragon let out a soft whine, cocking its head in a soft look of reassurance.
His smile was bitter but proud as Zavien shook his head. "When did you get to be so mature?" Maybe it had something to do with his death and all. Running a hand through his hair, he finally gave in, his smile thin and resigned. "Fine, but I'll be by to get you in the morning, okay? Don't cause any trouble." And with no small amount of reluctance, he waited patiently for Lena to be ready before leaving behind half of his heart.
In the morning, Zavien immediately followed Lena to the enclosure, feeling the ache in his chest ease at the sight of the little golden dragon. He knew there were probably others that needed her attention more, but he hadn't slept well without Sol by his side, and he wouldn't be comforted until he saw his companion. Luckily, they were greeted by the pair who bumped shoulder to shoulder, Sol begging for treats without hesitation. It made him laugh, and he offered some jerky from his own pocket to the two creatures.
The secret of happiness is freedom,
the secret of freedom is courage.
the secret of freedom is courage.
