Zavien
Leafchange might be one of Zavien's favorite seasons. Even though the sun may be stronger in Longheat, it feels brighter during the change of season. He loves the way it gilds the world in gold and gives just enough warmth to keep the brutal chill at bay. The world feels like it's suspended in time yet every leaf hints at change and the eventually rebirth of Flowerbirth. It makes him smile.
He watches as Sol does his best to follow Spice's aerial movements, small sneezes and puffs of smoke coiling through the leaves as the snow lands on his head. Content to do nothing more than stroll and enjoy the weather, Zavien relaxes, his hands similarly tucked in his jeans as he walks next to Flora. He gives her a warm smile at the appreciation, shaking his head. "Don't even mention it. I'm just glad everything worked out." Not that he'd done much in the process.
Still, the mention of the party holds a single painful thought that has him glancing away, his lips curving down in a sorrowful smile. "Although... Tal got infected. I saw Vox hug him - if that's what you can even call it." Was being surrounded by static comparable to the warm embrace of a friend? He doubted it.
Zavien lifted his head to look at a patch of golden leaves, the light catching the green of his eyes like an echo of what they'd once been. "I haven't seen him since. I don't even know if he's okay or not."
He watches as Sol does his best to follow Spice's aerial movements, small sneezes and puffs of smoke coiling through the leaves as the snow lands on his head. Content to do nothing more than stroll and enjoy the weather, Zavien relaxes, his hands similarly tucked in his jeans as he walks next to Flora. He gives her a warm smile at the appreciation, shaking his head. "Don't even mention it. I'm just glad everything worked out." Not that he'd done much in the process.
Still, the mention of the party holds a single painful thought that has him glancing away, his lips curving down in a sorrowful smile. "Although... Tal got infected. I saw Vox hug him - if that's what you can even call it." Was being surrounded by static comparable to the warm embrace of a friend? He doubted it.
Zavien lifted his head to look at a patch of golden leaves, the light catching the green of his eyes like an echo of what they'd once been. "I haven't seen him since. I don't even know if he's okay or not."
Keep your face to the sunshine,
And you cannot see a shadow.
And you cannot see a shadow.
