Zavien
I think all things,
in their way,
in their way,
Sol played his part wonderfully and with much enthusiasm, corralling the cygnata to the best of his abilities. He twisted and bobbed, only moving away when Boreal shielded him from the death blow Tal dealt. It was because of this that Sol noticed their spectators first. His growl was deep and protective, smoke billowing from his maw as he watched the glittering purple-black eyes below dare to linger.
Distracted by his own role in the task, Zavien lunged after Tal to grab the net. He wasn't thrilled about leaning over the side of the boat, but he'd been given a command and he wouldn't fail his friend now. However, as he reached out to catch the crested head in the rope of the netting, the Dragoon made the terrible mistake of glancing down at what had aggravated Sol. His face paled more from the height than the sight of the spiders, and he threw himself a safe distance back from the edge, gripping the full net tightly in his hand. "Tal! Let's get out of here! I think we got what we needed!" The cygnata head - and the information that Hak Etme was unarguably infected.
Distracted by his own role in the task, Zavien lunged after Tal to grab the net. He wasn't thrilled about leaning over the side of the boat, but he'd been given a command and he wouldn't fail his friend now. However, as he reached out to catch the crested head in the rope of the netting, the Dragoon made the terrible mistake of glancing down at what had aggravated Sol. His face paled more from the height than the sight of the spiders, and he threw himself a safe distance back from the edge, gripping the full net tightly in his hand. "Tal! Let's get out of here! I think we got what we needed!" The cygnata head - and the information that Hak Etme was unarguably infected.
reflect heavenly truth,
the imagination not least.
the imagination not least.
