Zavien
Happiness is a choice that requires effort at times
It was pitiful how much baggage they had. A few days' worth of clothes wasn't enough to build a new life - a new home; but that was all they had on their trip to the Grounds, and they couldn't risk going home back to Stormbreak to retrieve anything else. So when they stepped into the small townhouse at the edge of New Haven, Zavien had no difficulty carrying their bags himself, setting them just within the door as he took in the space.
The first thing he noticed was how cold it was.
The weather wasn't much different from Stormbreak, but the air had a density to it that sat heavy and chilled around them in the dark space of the room. There was a fireplace off to the side that hadn't yet been lit, and the shadows of the afternoon sun stole the sunlight from the windows, casting the space in a dreary atmosphere that didn't welcome or comfort. Nothing about the space gave the impression that it had ever been a 'home,' wood dustings coated some of the flooring and the paint was too perfect to have ever been properly lived in.
Looking to Lena, his voice was soft, a little numb after the last few days. "I think this is the place. I guess no one's claimed it yet." Stepping in a little further, he glanced at the spattering of furniture that had been donated before their arrival. It didn't surprise him that nothing matched, the odds and ends of people's generosity littering the room with various levels of wear that ranged from gently used to dilapidated. Regardless, he was grateful for people's kindness, to have freely given their own possessions so that the refugees from Stormbreak could live in moderate comfort.
Zavien offered out his hand for Lena to take, trying his best to put on a smile - to see the positivity in the fact that they were safe with a place to stay. "Come on. Let's see what we're working with."
The first thing he noticed was how cold it was.
The weather wasn't much different from Stormbreak, but the air had a density to it that sat heavy and chilled around them in the dark space of the room. There was a fireplace off to the side that hadn't yet been lit, and the shadows of the afternoon sun stole the sunlight from the windows, casting the space in a dreary atmosphere that didn't welcome or comfort. Nothing about the space gave the impression that it had ever been a 'home,' wood dustings coated some of the flooring and the paint was too perfect to have ever been properly lived in.
Looking to Lena, his voice was soft, a little numb after the last few days. "I think this is the place. I guess no one's claimed it yet." Stepping in a little further, he glanced at the spattering of furniture that had been donated before their arrival. It didn't surprise him that nothing matched, the odds and ends of people's generosity littering the room with various levels of wear that ranged from gently used to dilapidated. Regardless, he was grateful for people's kindness, to have freely given their own possessions so that the refugees from Stormbreak could live in moderate comfort.
Zavien offered out his hand for Lena to take, trying his best to put on a smile - to see the positivity in the fact that they were safe with a place to stay. "Come on. Let's see what we're working with."
