Zavien
Strike hands with me. The glass is brim.
The dew is on the heather.
If they had known each other more than five minutes, or if Zavien were sleeping better in his own bed, he might have offered for Iskra to stay at his place, but it was reassuring to hear he didn't plan to spend the entire night perched on a wooden stool. Just the thought has Zavien shifting in his seat, laughing lightly. "Fair. I can only handle a few hours now before I start to lose feeling in my legs."The dew is on the heather.
Propping his elbow on the wood, he lets any worries of overwhelming drift away on the tide of alcohol, smiling and tilting his bottle towards Iskra. "Well, we'll happily help you out there." It's something he can relate to, that desire to push through work, to make up for lost time and get back into the rhythm of it all. He knows that's what he's been doing, knows he's been trying to bury emotions in work, using the excuse of helping his people to keep him from finding a cozy spot in his misery.
He finishes off the rest of his beer to shake his head. "The Oerwoud? Surprisingly not, although I'm sure it'll be a great spot. I went with the Observatory in the Greatwood for our picnic. It had amazing views of the stars and the surrounding forest without the downside of dirt or animal disturbances." His finger taps slowly against the glass, thinking on the bittersweet memories with a quiet sadness in his eyes. "There's also the Celestine." But he doesn't say more on that, not sure he can confidently recommend the place that had recently proven so deadly.
Trying not to go down that depressing path, Zavien offers a playful smile, shrugging his shoulders to add the same lame sentiments that everyone does when it comes to dating,"Honestly, as long as the food and company are good, any spot will do the trick."
And love is good, and life is long,
and friends are best together.
and friends are best together.
