Zavien
Let's be honest, Zavien isn't sure why he's here. He hates heights, has a million things to do, and with every step, he feels the ache of emptiness at his side. But Erika made it very clear that he's overworking, and she'd quite literally threatened to drag his butt here herself if he didn't get out of the city. Anyone who knows Erika understands why he's here now, trapsing through the sands to reach the festival in a damp green shirt, not looking particularly thrilled with the whole situation.
His eyes scan the crowd, overwhelmed by the sheer number of people - and none of them being the one person he wishes he could see. A few are familiar, but no one he feels inclined to make small talk with, not right now. He still flashes them polite smiles, nodding his head as he makes his way through the crowd, Sol close on his heels.
Glancing down at his companion, Zavien takes a deep breath, steeling himself for the next few hours. "Come on, let's go find a snack."
His eyes scan the crowd, overwhelmed by the sheer number of people - and none of them being the one person he wishes he could see. A few are familiar, but no one he feels inclined to make small talk with, not right now. He still flashes them polite smiles, nodding his head as he makes his way through the crowd, Sol close on his heels.
Glancing down at his companion, Zavien takes a deep breath, steeling himself for the next few hours. "Come on, let's go find a snack."
There's some good in this world,
and it's worth fighting for.
