It's the job that's never started
There's something soft and reassuring about seeing Thorn, his close friend and confidant that he hasn't seen in so long. His smile brightens, reaching out to clasp the man in a quick hug that does more for his heart than any words or sentiments could. "Thanks for coming." He suddenly wants to tell Thorn everything, realizing that he's been under the impression everyone knew of the deadly incident when that's most likely not the case.
But now isn't the time, not when there are weeks of work ahead and to many listening ears; and Zavien's smile darkens a touch as he pulls away, clasping Thorn on the shoulder, meaning in his eyes as he says, "We should grab a drink after this. I've missed you."
With another upward tilt of his lips, he turns to spot Iskra coming their way, the boisterous dog greeting them first. Sol hears the chaos and comes diving down from the sky to compete for Thorn's attention, a small chirp as he bounces around Goose to bump flanks and nuzzle for treats.
Leaving his dragon to battle for affection, Zavien grins at Iskra, certain they can bond over their overly friendly companions. He reaches out a hand to shake. "Again, I appreciate your help. The wood looks great." And it's put them in the perfect place to begin rebuilding, which he can never thank the man enough for.
The Commander looks at their small group then out to the gathering people, drowning the dregs of his coffee and setting it aside to give them his full attention. "I think that's everyone. Let's get started." Gesturing to the various aspects of the cleared ruins, he indicates the mud that's attempting to conquer the lot, the vats and pile of supplies, and the small table set off to the side. "If you want to gather a few people, we can start by clearing the mud that's built up, mixing the concrete, and finalizing the blueprints."
Pick a task. Zavien will take what's left.
1. Direct the first group to deal with the *gasp* mud.
2. Direct the second group to mix concrete for the foundation.
3. Direct the final group in planning out design/supply usage for the Tower.
Don't make excuses, Blu. Be better. XP
But now isn't the time, not when there are weeks of work ahead and to many listening ears; and Zavien's smile darkens a touch as he pulls away, clasping Thorn on the shoulder, meaning in his eyes as he says, "We should grab a drink after this. I've missed you."
With another upward tilt of his lips, he turns to spot Iskra coming their way, the boisterous dog greeting them first. Sol hears the chaos and comes diving down from the sky to compete for Thorn's attention, a small chirp as he bounces around Goose to bump flanks and nuzzle for treats.
Leaving his dragon to battle for affection, Zavien grins at Iskra, certain they can bond over their overly friendly companions. He reaches out a hand to shake. "Again, I appreciate your help. The wood looks great." And it's put them in the perfect place to begin rebuilding, which he can never thank the man enough for.
The Commander looks at their small group then out to the gathering people, drowning the dregs of his coffee and setting it aside to give them his full attention. "I think that's everyone. Let's get started." Gesturing to the various aspects of the cleared ruins, he indicates the mud that's attempting to conquer the lot, the vats and pile of supplies, and the small table set off to the side. "If you want to gather a few people, we can start by clearing the mud that's built up, mixing the concrete, and finalizing the blueprints."
Pick a task. Zavien will take what's left.
1. Direct the first group to deal with the *gasp* mud.
2. Direct the second group to mix concrete for the foundation.
3. Direct the final group in planning out design/supply usage for the Tower.
Don't make excuses, Blu. Be better. XP
as takes longest to finish.
Zavien
