Zavien
Zavien could feel the various tensions in the air. He looked between the two women, watching as they split off to direct the bright-eyed newcomers in their clean-up efforts, catching the strained smiles and avoided glances. His own smile felt heavier, wishing he knew how to make the process easier for them, but not having time to ruminate on possibilities as he gathered a group of his own.
Time passed as the new hands eagerly cleared trash and debris. The sun moved just as quickly, filtering directly down through the overcast clouds in time for the storm to arrive. Not a physical storm. The clouds were thankfully void of rain or lightning. No. Erika had arrived.
She blew in like the strongest Longheat breeze, all stifling warmth and brightness that had everyone turning towards her. The stout woman's silvery hair could be seen from across the site and her chiding voice could be heard streets away as she stomped directly up to Zavien. "You didn't tell me everyone was so THIN! I would have brought more food!" As it stood, she had a giant cart stacked full of piping pots that looked like enough to feed any army, but Zavien knew better than to argue. He stood with the shorter woman poking his sweaty chest (the swaetshirt had been long discarded), a sheepish grin on his face. "I missed you too, Erika."
She clicks her tongue, slapping him on the shoulder with a chastising look, turning back to the cart and the crowd that had begun to gather around the smell of hearty noodles and stew. When he didn't immediately follow, Erika shouted over her shoulder, "Well, don't just stand there! We've got people to feed!"
Shaking his head, he didn't hide the exasperated smile he shotLena and Sohalia as he took his place serving everyone from the pots large enough to fit a small child. Zavien was insistent in gesturing them over, making sure the women were some of the first to get a bowl of the filling soup of blink hare, veggies, and dumpling-like noodles.
Enjoy a short lunch break that Erika has demanded!
Time passed as the new hands eagerly cleared trash and debris. The sun moved just as quickly, filtering directly down through the overcast clouds in time for the storm to arrive. Not a physical storm. The clouds were thankfully void of rain or lightning. No. Erika had arrived.
She blew in like the strongest Longheat breeze, all stifling warmth and brightness that had everyone turning towards her. The stout woman's silvery hair could be seen from across the site and her chiding voice could be heard streets away as she stomped directly up to Zavien. "You didn't tell me everyone was so THIN! I would have brought more food!" As it stood, she had a giant cart stacked full of piping pots that looked like enough to feed any army, but Zavien knew better than to argue. He stood with the shorter woman poking his sweaty chest (the swaetshirt had been long discarded), a sheepish grin on his face. "I missed you too, Erika."
She clicks her tongue, slapping him on the shoulder with a chastising look, turning back to the cart and the crowd that had begun to gather around the smell of hearty noodles and stew. When he didn't immediately follow, Erika shouted over her shoulder, "Well, don't just stand there! We've got people to feed!"
Shaking his head, he didn't hide the exasperated smile he shot
Enjoy a short lunch break that Erika has demanded!
As the sea is beautiful not only in calm but also in a storm,
so is happiness found not only in peace but also in strife.
so is happiness found not only in peace but also in strife.
