food in the woodsen

Zavien

Strike hands with me. The glass is brim.
The dew is on the heather.

He looks down at the dragon in his lap, still feeling a little bittersweet as he tries to pretend it's Sol. That's hard to do when he runs a hand down her length, feeling the fur that's very characteristically not his dragon. Still, Zavien takes comfort in the contact, scratching the crook of her neck as he says, "I love Pip just as much as the next guy, but I think even she might want you to have someone else in your life." If only not to be constantly smothered by her companion. 

The alcohol runs hot and fast down his throat as he waits for Koa to answer. He nearly chokes on the liquid, letting out a strangled cough to look incredulously at his friend. "A 'track record'? Was there more than just Flora?" He'd been meaning to avoid the name, but Zavien isn't great with alcohol, and he's too surprised by Koa's words to be cautious of the topic. His face is a myriad of shock and confusion, wondering what other situations the Dragoon had found himself it.

And love is good, and life is long,
and friends are best together.