Zavien
Zavien isn't one to curse, but as the small griffin disappears into the dragon's maw and the world seems to crumble around them, a few choice words may have slipped. He hears Sohalia's scream - one that will haunt his dreams for weeks as he searches out his own companion bond. His hand is already on her shoulder, and he attempts to steady her while shielding against the onslaught of rubble. The shield on his arm does little against the rocks and dragon blood that crash down on their heads, but he does his best to catch what he can, uncertain she'd be able to move in the aftermath. They glance against his arms and shoulders, a thick layer of wet blood coating his hair before it all comes to a quiet, eerie end.
When he pulls away, his self-assessment indicates nothing more than a few scrapes and bruises, but as the information is taken in, he kneels to Soh's side, looking her over for injuries as well. He doesn't see anything major, but he can't see the psychological wound that he recognizes in her haunted eyes. "Soh..."
Looking up, he watches as Sol lets out a roar of grief and rage for his friend, leaving the Void Messenger to flee as he dives onto the Void dragon's corpse. The speck of glittering gold is a flurry of pain and rage as he attempts to serve his own vengeance on the monster, ripping into its scales with teeth and claws. Meanwhile, Zavien spots the others nearby, giving Melita a nod of his head as he finds his fellow Dragoon.
He indicates to Soh, his hand still soft against her shoulder. "Koa, let's get her back to King's End." And once the other Dragoon is ready, they'd guide her away, doing their best to comfort her in the devastating loss. But first, Zavien stands to acknowledge those who had answered the call: Hadama, Ronin, and Remi. "Thank you. I know we should have given you more warning, but we appreciate you, nonetheless." He gives a deeply grateful dip of his head, placing a hand over his heart. "We're one step closer to going home thanks to all of you, and there's no way to repay that, but please let me know if there's anything I can do, for any of you." Then he dips his head again, moving to join his fellow Breakers as they depart the ruin of their home, Sol trotting solenly behind with a piece of scales firmly clutched in his jaws.
Sol Zavien takes some of the scales.
When he pulls away, his self-assessment indicates nothing more than a few scrapes and bruises, but as the information is taken in, he kneels to Soh's side, looking her over for injuries as well. He doesn't see anything major, but he can't see the psychological wound that he recognizes in her haunted eyes. "Soh..."
Looking up, he watches as Sol lets out a roar of grief and rage for his friend, leaving the Void Messenger to flee as he dives onto the Void dragon's corpse. The speck of glittering gold is a flurry of pain and rage as he attempts to serve his own vengeance on the monster, ripping into its scales with teeth and claws. Meanwhile, Zavien spots the others nearby, giving Melita a nod of his head as he finds his fellow Dragoon.
He indicates to Soh, his hand still soft against her shoulder. "
Sol Zavien takes some of the scales.
I learned that in suffering,
we find the true measure of our strength.
we find the true measure of our strength.
