Zavien
Nodding his head, Zavien followed Noah, still watching for any Void creatures that might stop their progress. Like a cornered animal, he wasn't sure if their approach would be taken as a threat, motivating a final, desperate stand against the impending cleanse. But everything was eerily silent, as if the world was holding its breath in anticipation of the liberation.
He noted the space Noah had found, kneeling next to him as Sol moved to help. His hands dug into the soil, thankful of the physical act that felt monumental despite the simplicity. With the help of dragon claws and the soft dirt, it didn't take them long before a space had been carved out, gently prepared for the rose.
Zavien looked up, giving another slow nod, suddenly nervous. "I think that should be deep enough." He wasn't a gardener by any means, but Lena had taught him a thing or two in the Celestine, and it felt like the hole was the right depth. Regardless, he watched with bated breath as Noah lowered the flower.
He noted the space Noah had found, kneeling next to him as Sol moved to help. His hands dug into the soil, thankful of the physical act that felt monumental despite the simplicity. With the help of dragon claws and the soft dirt, it didn't take them long before a space had been carved out, gently prepared for the rose.
Zavien looked up, giving another slow nod, suddenly nervous. "I think that should be deep enough." He wasn't a gardener by any means, but Lena had taught him a thing or two in the Celestine, and it felt like the hole was the right depth. Regardless, he watched with bated breath as Noah lowered the flower.
It is not a bad thing
to celebrate a simple life.
to celebrate a simple life.
