Zavien
Zavien stood slowly as Lena stepped forward to address the pair, watching as she fastened the satchel to Sol. The little dragon gave her a grumble of thanks, nuzzling his head into her hand to reassure her that he wouldn't delay in his return. Intermixed in the pride and responsibility was the core of dedication to his companion, the golden thread that connected them like a guiding light that would lead him home.
When she came to stand next to him, he leaned into her touch, hiding the slight tremble of his hands as he reached one around her waist to pull her closer. His voice was soft, aching as he said, "I don't really feel like it." Because, looking at Sol, it took everything in him not to plead - to beg - him to stay, to not leave him alone in the darkening city.
With everything decided, the griffin looked to Lena, demanding requesting the final blessing for their departure. He offered his injured limb for her to inspect, daring her to say otherwise as it flapped its wings in preparation for flight.
When she came to stand next to him, he leaned into her touch, hiding the slight tremble of his hands as he reached one around her waist to pull her closer. His voice was soft, aching as he said, "I don't really feel like it." Because, looking at Sol, it took everything in him not to plead - to beg - him to stay, to not leave him alone in the darkening city.
With everything decided, the griffin looked to Lena, demanding requesting the final blessing for their departure. He offered his injured limb for her to inspect, daring her to say otherwise as it flapped its wings in preparation for flight.
The secret of happiness is freedom,
the secret of freedom is courage.
the secret of freedom is courage.
