Zavien
Fear is pain arising from the anticipation of evil.
The news of the Family's departure was like sunlight breaking unexpectedly through the clouds of a stormy cloud. Right when he'd thought the storm was about to come crashing around them - when the world was going to rain blood and violet chaos - it just.... stopped. He wasn't complaining, in fact, he was ecstatic and overjoyed and relieved and all the emotions that came with suddenly not have a tyrannical group of people attempting to take over. It was a little disorienting in a pleasant lack-of-dread sort of way, and the only thing he could think to do was thank every god in Caido for the turn of events.
He made his way through the Observatory, laying out various offerings and items (with particular attention to Vi), speaking soft words of thanks under his breath as Sol darted in the rafters above. Only once he'd felt content with his abundance of expressed appreciations did Zavien depart, heading down the stairs. He didn't stop there though, heading down another flight of stairs in the depths of a tree. Supposedly, there was a collection of books beneath, and he thought he might something for Lena or at least an idea for thanking people - deities, Sunjata, all of King's End.
Regardless, he stepped down the stairways, careful to avoid Sol who decided that weaving through his legs was more fun than walking separately. The lighting dimmed and the smell of must books and wax candles greeted him as he stepped into the underground space, looking around with wide eyes.
He made his way through the Observatory, laying out various offerings and items (with particular attention to Vi), speaking soft words of thanks under his breath as Sol darted in the rafters above. Only once he'd felt content with his abundance of expressed appreciations did Zavien depart, heading down the stairs. He didn't stop there though, heading down another flight of stairs in the depths of a tree. Supposedly, there was a collection of books beneath, and he thought he might something for Lena or at least an idea for thanking people - deities, Sunjata, all of King's End.
Regardless, he stepped down the stairways, careful to avoid Sol who decided that weaving through his legs was more fun than walking separately. The lighting dimmed and the smell of must books and wax candles greeted him as he stepped into the underground space, looking around with wide eyes.
