You will never do anything in this world without courage.
Work has been one of his only comforts the last few weeks, the labor and responsibility something he could focus on, something he could do. Sol tags along to every task around the city, from lost kittens to cleaning up from LongNight; they do what they can for the city, finding a new 'normal' amidst the loss. Not every day is good, but this one is. The Silk Houses is where he grew up, the people familiar to him, reminding him of why he can't sulk or lose focus on what's important right now: Stormbreak and it's people. The kids follow him as he repairs broken doors or helps erect a fallen lamp post. When they're not handing him tools or asking him a million questions, they're pestering Sol to play with them, chasing the golden dragon through the street like they might a stray dog, stubby arms outstretched and giggles echoing through the alleyways when he snaps the offered jerky from their fingertips.
It's a sound that eases his heart, bringing a soft smile to his lips while he works away at the road. Sol is supposed to be drying up the mud with his fire, but the kids have decided that it's more fun to watch the sticky substance snag at their fingers and toes, tossing it little rocks only to crack up when it throws them back.
Letting the children have their fun with part of the road, Zavien is knelt off to the side, doing the actual work that had been requested of them. He's set about using his sword to bake the wet mud, enjoying the way it dries and cakes over the cobblestones and ignoring the bits that have managed to jump onto his jeans. He's just chuckling at another bout of squeals when the mud shifts, reaching to snag at someone's boot.
His hand raises in gentle warning to the person. "Woah. Careful where you step. The mud is acting up this season." Zavien's eyes follow up to the person's face, blinking a few times as recognition settles. "Colt?"
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It's a sound that eases his heart, bringing a soft smile to his lips while he works away at the road. Sol is supposed to be drying up the mud with his fire, but the kids have decided that it's more fun to watch the sticky substance snag at their fingers and toes, tossing it little rocks only to crack up when it throws them back.
Letting the children have their fun with part of the road, Zavien is knelt off to the side, doing the actual work that had been requested of them. He's set about using his sword to bake the wet mud, enjoying the way it dries and cakes over the cobblestones and ignoring the bits that have managed to jump onto his jeans. He's just chuckling at another bout of squeals when the mud shifts, reaching to snag at someone's boot.
His hand raises in gentle warning to the person. "Woah. Careful where you step. The mud is acting up this season." Zavien's eyes follow up to the person's face, blinking a few times as recognition settles. "Colt?"
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Zavien
It is the greatest quality of mind next to honor.
