Zavien
He's not expecting animosity, but he's also not expecting the bright enthusiasm that greets him, eyebrows raising a hint to take it in. She doesn't sound high this time, her eyes clear and words flowing logically. It quickly brings out a smile, knowing the excitement has nothing to do with drugs or his relationship to zucchinis.
Food hadn't been his first thought when spotting Colt, but as she brings up the topic, his mouth already begins to water, his curiosity piqued. "Always," he pauses, looking to the gold glint in the sky as he chuckles, "but even if I didn't, Sol has enough for the both of us." Hearing his name along with the shift in attention, the dragon gives a chirp of passionate agreement. It distorts into a trill of reptilian greeting when he drifts down to perch on a nearby post, hopping and tilting his head as if waiting for her to offer forth the food at this exact moment.
Rolling his eyes at his shameless companion, Zavien holds out on his apology to take in the state of the road with the scrutiny of a soldier plotting their battle, rallying troops and analyzing strategy. His eyes flit up, a playful grin spreading. "Sounds like it's a good thing I ran into you." On the basis of needing assistance for old ladies as much as the prospect of delicious food.
Zavien steps closer to grab a shovel, the tool feeling familiar against the callouses after weeks of manual labor. His muscles don't even feel as sore right now, responding without a single ache when he begins dragging the edge of the shovel over the mud to flatten it. The scrape echoes across the road, mixing with his laughter and the silent shrug of his shoulders. "I might have taken a wrong turn. I was heading to the skyport after visiting a friend." It's quite the understatement considering his directional capabilities, and if he didn't have Sol, he'd probably have found himself in the middle of a field.
"How's the ranch?"
*
Food hadn't been his first thought when spotting Colt, but as she brings up the topic, his mouth already begins to water, his curiosity piqued. "Always," he pauses, looking to the gold glint in the sky as he chuckles, "but even if I didn't, Sol has enough for the both of us." Hearing his name along with the shift in attention, the dragon gives a chirp of passionate agreement. It distorts into a trill of reptilian greeting when he drifts down to perch on a nearby post, hopping and tilting his head as if waiting for her to offer forth the food at this exact moment.
Rolling his eyes at his shameless companion, Zavien holds out on his apology to take in the state of the road with the scrutiny of a soldier plotting their battle, rallying troops and analyzing strategy. His eyes flit up, a playful grin spreading. "Sounds like it's a good thing I ran into you." On the basis of needing assistance for old ladies as much as the prospect of delicious food.
Zavien steps closer to grab a shovel, the tool feeling familiar against the callouses after weeks of manual labor. His muscles don't even feel as sore right now, responding without a single ache when he begins dragging the edge of the shovel over the mud to flatten it. The scrape echoes across the road, mixing with his laughter and the silent shrug of his shoulders. "I might have taken a wrong turn. I was heading to the skyport after visiting a friend." It's quite the understatement considering his directional capabilities, and if he didn't have Sol, he'd probably have found himself in the middle of a field.
"How's the ranch?"
*
We wear our scars as proof
that we are still alive.
