Zavien
Happiness is a choice that requires effort at times
The Greenwing pines slowly darkened to the black trunks of metallic trees, the air growing thick with darkness. Strange sounds echoed through the forest, giving Sol pause as he moved to glide through the branches. He hovered for a moment before landing next to Zavien, his eyes darting around them as if something might jump out at any second. The Dragoon couldn't say he blamed him, the shadows reminding him of the many nightmares he'd suffered in the last few months.
Rubbing a hand on the back of his neck, he looked to Liam. "This place is kind of creepy, huh?" His hand fell to rest against the pommel of his sword, his shoulders rolling back as he tried to loosen some of the tension. Partially to distract himself, he asked, "Have you seen many ghosts? Not like spirits, but actual ghosts?"
Rubbing a hand on the back of his neck, he looked to Liam. "This place is kind of creepy, huh?" His hand fell to rest against the pommel of his sword, his shoulders rolling back as he tried to loosen some of the tension. Partially to distract himself, he asked, "Have you seen many ghosts? Not like spirits, but actual ghosts?"
