Zavien
Lena's words were an echo of all the ones that had raced through his mind, all the questions he'd asked Sol, asked himself. Her hand was a comfort, enough for him to loosen his tight hold of the dragon, enough to say more than the practiced words he'd prepared. "I - I don't know why." Maybe the griffin needed help hunting. Maybe it was too anxious about being alone for the journey. Maybe it was scared of what it might find when it returned. Whatever the reason, Zavien knew one thing for sure, a quiet resolution in his voice. "All I know is that Sol sounds set on going - says he'll be back afterwards." After a pause, he looked up to meet her gaze, painful acceptance in his eyes as he said softly, "And I think I have to let him."
Despite the stabbing in his chest, Sol gave a crooning of affection, encouragement for the struggles to come. It gave Zavien the strength to see more than his own suffering, a quiet realization making him feel suddenly tired. "Maybe this is what Vi meant by doing something selfless..." He hadn't expected the opportunity to arise so soon - for it to hurt so much, for it to be such a heavy request. But who was he to deny the injured griffin its one request? To deny Sol the chance to do something he felt passionate about?
Zavien felt Sol stir in his arms, a gentle push to let go. He instinctually tightened his hold, having to consciously relax his muscles to release the dragon as he moved to stand next to the griffin. The look he gave the Dragoon was one of pride and determination, another moment of soothing emotions tumbling down the bond. It did little to stop the cracking of his heart, but Zavien didn't say anything, waiting patiently for their imminent departure, trying to hold it together with slow breaths and a thread-bare will.
Despite the stabbing in his chest, Sol gave a crooning of affection, encouragement for the struggles to come. It gave Zavien the strength to see more than his own suffering, a quiet realization making him feel suddenly tired. "Maybe this is what Vi meant by doing something selfless..." He hadn't expected the opportunity to arise so soon - for it to hurt so much, for it to be such a heavy request. But who was he to deny the injured griffin its one request? To deny Sol the chance to do something he felt passionate about?
Zavien felt Sol stir in his arms, a gentle push to let go. He instinctually tightened his hold, having to consciously relax his muscles to release the dragon as he moved to stand next to the griffin. The look he gave the Dragoon was one of pride and determination, another moment of soothing emotions tumbling down the bond. It did little to stop the cracking of his heart, but Zavien didn't say anything, waiting patiently for their imminent departure, trying to hold it together with slow breaths and a thread-bare will.
The secret of happiness is freedom,
the secret of freedom is courage.
the secret of freedom is courage.
