Life can be tough, there's no doubt,
But hope is the thing we can't do without.
But hope is the thing we can't do without.
He didn't have to travel more than a few steps before a shout was echoing through the whistle of winds. "Hey!" A pair of arms waved, summoning him forward to find a lone woman shivering like the last leaf of autumn ready to succumb to winter. Despite the thick jacket covering her arms, she looked ill prepared to weather a snowstorm, reddening ears and nose unprotected against the chill. He wasn't sure how long she'd been stuck out here, but the desperation in her voice told him it had been long enough to scare her.
Instincts pulled him closer, worry furrowing his brows that were already lowered to shield against the snow. The ballcap seemed to do a decent job of it, allowing him to scan the woman with the practiced precision of a first responder, shouting out to assess the primary concern. "Are you hurt?!" The words were stolen by a gust of wind, one that had his arm raising to block the force of it, turning the motion into a summon of his hand. "Let's get out of the snow! Hop in!" Zavien would usually phrase it as a question, but he figured the situation was bad enough to warrant some direction over politeness or pleasantries, and he wasn't sure she'd even be able to hear it if he asked.
Leading her to the passenger door - if she was willing to follow - he opened it and shooed Sol to the back, gesturing for her to get in.
Instincts pulled him closer, worry furrowing his brows that were already lowered to shield against the snow. The ballcap seemed to do a decent job of it, allowing him to scan the woman with the practiced precision of a first responder, shouting out to assess the primary concern. "Are you hurt?!" The words were stolen by a gust of wind, one that had his arm raising to block the force of it, turning the motion into a summon of his hand. "Let's get out of the snow! Hop in!" Zavien would usually phrase it as a question, but he figured the situation was bad enough to warrant some direction over politeness or pleasantries, and he wasn't sure she'd even be able to hear it if he asked.
Leading her to the passenger door - if she was willing to follow - he opened it and shooed Sol to the back, gesturing for her to get in.
Zavien
Right things with joy will come about...
In good time.
In good time.
