Zavien
Sol takes Hawthorn's wave as enthusiastic praise for his 'catch,' tail wagging and head held high as he sits between them like a golden statue presented to the best hunter. The abundance of pride radiating from his companion has his smile widening, sharing a look with Thorn that definitely communicates this is a common occurrence.
Sharing the load of food, Zavien nods his head, finding the suggestion extremely enticing - a chance to escape some of the hustle, bustle, and overflowing stimulation. "Sounds great. I'm not sure how much longer I can hold these, and Sol should probably work off some of the food he's already eaten." The dragon tilts his head, trying to decide between excitement at chasing lizards and offense at the insult. Zavien ignores him, leaning a little closer to Thorn as he whispers, "You know, I have no idea where he puts it all."
He glances down at Sol, smirking his affection before leading them towards the bench separate from the stalls. It immediately releases the stifling hold on his shoulders, the sounds dimming and the press of people dissipating to something more comfortable. It pulls the tension from his smile, although the darkness still lingers at the edge of his eyes as he takes a seat next to Thorn. "Enjoying the festival?"
As predicted, Sol immediately drops his bone and takes off for a skittering lizard, a shooting star of gold streaking across the sand.
Sharing the load of food, Zavien nods his head, finding the suggestion extremely enticing - a chance to escape some of the hustle, bustle, and overflowing stimulation. "Sounds great. I'm not sure how much longer I can hold these, and Sol should probably work off some of the food he's already eaten." The dragon tilts his head, trying to decide between excitement at chasing lizards and offense at the insult. Zavien ignores him, leaning a little closer to Thorn as he whispers, "You know, I have no idea where he puts it all."
He glances down at Sol, smirking his affection before leading them towards the bench separate from the stalls. It immediately releases the stifling hold on his shoulders, the sounds dimming and the press of people dissipating to something more comfortable. It pulls the tension from his smile, although the darkness still lingers at the edge of his eyes as he takes a seat next to Thorn. "Enjoying the festival?"
As predicted, Sol immediately drops his bone and takes off for a skittering lizard, a shooting star of gold streaking across the sand.
There's some good in this world,
and it's worth fighting for.
