Zavien
Sol's efforts seemed to be going well, his collection beginning to bulge the edges of the bag. He was a blur of golden scales and determination, his garbage looking suspiciously like a dragon's hoard - if it was made up of broken bottles and wrappers, and stunk weirdly of Void, although he was proud of it all the same.
Unfortunately for Zavien, his gardening lessons hadn't covered 'uncooperative saplings.' Sure, he'd seen Lena help support the weaker trees, but she hadn't made the process look quite so complicated, the plants always having curved and obeyed every brush of her hands. Yet he was left with a sagging sprig of leaves that looked more like he was torturing it than helping. With a small groan, he knelt next to the poor soul, doing his best to be gentle as he secured more ties to keep it upright.
Zavien uses more ties.
Unfortunately for Zavien, his gardening lessons hadn't covered 'uncooperative saplings.' Sure, he'd seen Lena help support the weaker trees, but she hadn't made the process look quite so complicated, the plants always having curved and obeyed every brush of her hands. Yet he was left with a sagging sprig of leaves that looked more like he was torturing it than helping. With a small groan, he knelt next to the poor soul, doing his best to be gentle as he secured more ties to keep it upright.
Zavien uses more ties.
If you don't like the road you're walking,
start paving another.
start paving another.
