With greetings finished, Zavien followed Hadama into the labyrinth, letting Maea pass before him so he might bring up the rear out of habitual instinct. The darkness that slithered along the edge of his vision reminded him of his first time back in Stormbreak when he'd thought every shadow might by an agent of the Family sent to finish the job. After months with no signs of retaliation, he thought he'd been over the irrational fear, but with Sol missing... Zavien pulled out his sword, letting the glow of the blade push back against the black tendrils, trying to slow his breathing so that the others might not hear the internal struggle.
With his eyes on high alert, he spotted a strange patch of brown patch amidst the green, the oddity of him striking enough to make him pause, looking for a source. When he didn't immediately identify one, he called out to the others. "Hey. There's something weird going on with that grass. Be careful." Holding his sword out, he looked closer at their surroundings, eyes scanning suspiciously.
Zavien points out the brown patch to the others, his Starblade at the ready.
With his eyes on high alert, he spotted a strange patch of brown patch amidst the green, the oddity of him striking enough to make him pause, looking for a source. When he didn't immediately identify one, he called out to the others. "Hey. There's something weird going on with that grass. Be careful." Holding his sword out, he looked closer at their surroundings, eyes scanning suspiciously.
Zavien points out the brown patch to the others, his Starblade at the ready.
Zavien
