Zavien
It the clutches of the Dragoon, Sol did his best to soothe and repair the damage the last few weeks had done. For a few moments, they remained suspended, the bond thick and brimming with golden light that warmed and reassured; however, the companion could only be contained for so long. He wiggled excitedly, his tail flicking and wagging until he couldn't wait any longer.
Zavien laughed, releasing his hold so that Sol could leap back down to the ground where he began chirping, growling, spinning, and flapping his wings in an animated tale of his adventure. It was impossible for him to tell the details of the story, but Zavien understood enough to feel a swelling of pride that brightened his features in a vibrant smile. "It sounds like you were very brave." And he wouldn't diminish the sacrifice by demeaning the dragon's efforts, even as he knelt down to address his companion, his green eyes pleading. "But please don't leave again anytime soon. I was a wreck without you. Just ask Lena." He looked to her, a soft smile on his face as he let the struggles have one final moment before vanishing like mist in the sunlight.
When he rose again, there was a new energy in his movements, a lightness that spoke of receding shadows and returning hope. He took Lena's hand again, turning to the direction in which they'd come. "I think we left our food unguarded. Think you can help us with that, Lieutenant Sol?" His tone was playful, thick with praise for the successful mission and subsequent 'promotion.' The dragon puffed his chest, grumbling out a confident 'Yessir!' in dragon-speak as he trotted by their sides.
Zavien laughed, releasing his hold so that Sol could leap back down to the ground where he began chirping, growling, spinning, and flapping his wings in an animated tale of his adventure. It was impossible for him to tell the details of the story, but Zavien understood enough to feel a swelling of pride that brightened his features in a vibrant smile. "It sounds like you were very brave." And he wouldn't diminish the sacrifice by demeaning the dragon's efforts, even as he knelt down to address his companion, his green eyes pleading. "But please don't leave again anytime soon. I was a wreck without you. Just ask Lena." He looked to her, a soft smile on his face as he let the struggles have one final moment before vanishing like mist in the sunlight.
When he rose again, there was a new energy in his movements, a lightness that spoke of receding shadows and returning hope. He took Lena's hand again, turning to the direction in which they'd come. "I think we left our food unguarded. Think you can help us with that, Lieutenant Sol?" His tone was playful, thick with praise for the successful mission and subsequent 'promotion.' The dragon puffed his chest, grumbling out a confident 'Yessir!' in dragon-speak as he trotted by their sides.
The real tragedy is men
who are afraid of the light
who are afraid of the light
