Zavien
Pre-tower fall
Zavien entered the Celestine, so familiar with it that he wasn't surprised by the group of cloud wyrms that fluttered over the stream or the glowing light being emitted from the tree he ducked under. Having spent the last few months helping Lena and hiding from his problems among the flora and fauna, it had become something like a second home, one of the only places he felt safe (deceptively) from the Family. It was why he chose to bring Maea there, allowing them the opportunity to speak more frankly - although he held no misconceptions that the Celestine was out of the Family's range of perception.
Sol flew ahead, gliding down to his favorite grassy clearing where he roared playfully at a grouping of mata matas. It sent them fleeing to the sky where he followed close behind, black feathers fluttering into the shoots of green grass. A few benches scattered the area, lit by the soft light of the garden, inviting and relaxing in its warmth, a quiet oasis within the dangerous city.
Picking one of the benches, Zavien set the bundled satchel at the edge, indicating for Maea to take a seat as he did a final check for any unfamiliar eyes. When he was comfortable with the assessment, he sat on the wooden planks and turned his attentions to the pale Ancient. His expression was open, floating between polite softness and gentle curiosity, prepared to shift depending on Maea's words. "We should be relatively safe talking here."
The real tragedy is men
who are afraid of the light
who are afraid of the light
