Zavien
It doesn't take long to find snacks. Practically every other stall is something sweet or savory, the smells enticing the duo left and right with everything breeze. It quickly becomes impossible to choose what to get, and Zavien is forced to make the adult decision to get multiple foods. The turkey leg practically jumped into Sol's mouth, the cotton candy floating into Zavien's arms, the loaded fries falling into his hands, and the lemonade had to come with the brisket, so he can't take all the blame.
Erika had been right in her claim that food would ease some of the ache in his chest, the tension in his shoulders loosening a touch. It's just enough to keep him from stopping Sol as he carries his prize to Hawthorn, tailing wagging with pride at the bone and meat that are almost as large as him. Swallowing the lingering hesitation for social niceties, Zavien proffers a grin and raises his arms laden with food - the topic that can never steer him wrong. "Need a snack? I think I got too many."
Erika had been right in her claim that food would ease some of the ache in his chest, the tension in his shoulders loosening a touch. It's just enough to keep him from stopping Sol as he carries his prize to Hawthorn, tailing wagging with pride at the bone and meat that are almost as large as him. Swallowing the lingering hesitation for social niceties, Zavien proffers a grin and raises his arms laden with food - the topic that can never steer him wrong. "Need a snack? I think I got too many."
There's some good in this world,
and it's worth fighting for.
