[SE] You're one in a melon

Zavien

Anyone watching would have found Sol's following expression the epitome of comedy. His maw was hanging partially open with an assortment of cheese and meats overflowing from between his teeth, his eyes were about as big as the saucer Mittens had expelled from his mouth, and his wings dangled limp at his side, all signs of competitiveness vanishing in an instant. However, it was quickly replaced by playful delight, the dragon bouncing up and down with small grumbles that encouraged the snowball to do it again. 

Zavien chuckled at the suggestion he'd made almost a year ago. "Right. It just might be smarter to make it a picnic under the trees or a meal inside one of the inns nearby. I'd prefer not to have those kind of sparks on our trip." He shot her a playfully dazzling smile before listening for her other suggestions. 

His head nodded along, content to see all of the Grounds if they had the time. But mention of riding a boat certainly caught his interest more than the other ideas, and he grinned, bright and excited. "Ooh. I like that idea. You could swim along the side of the boat." He tried to imagine it, but realized something that made his gaze turn to Lena again. "I don't think I've seen your water shift yet." In fact, he'd only seen her as a bird, and he briefly wondered what her other shifts might look like.

The real tragedy is men
who are afraid of the light