Zavien
Zavien really can't blame Colt, although even with all his efforts and desires to stay within the comfort of his own familiar paths, duty and the chaos of the world always seem to find him; and now, he can't afford to stay within this comfort zone. People depend on him to represent the city, to go where they need him and do whatever needs doing, no matter how far from his home that may take him. Sometimes he wishes he could go back to being insignificant, to the time when he could walk down the street and play with the kids, when his biggest dream was to be a Dragoon. Then other times he's so grateful that people have put their trust in him, that he's had the opportunity to make a difference, to become stronger and experience more of the world.
In the end, his desire for comfort and ease and predictability is outweighed by his own nature, but that doesn't mean he can't understand Colt's sentiments or decision to stay along the paved paths. It has Zavien nodding his head, offering a small smile and a chuckle. "Fair enough, especially when you have views of beautiful open fields around those paths." Not that they hold a flame to the expanse he can see from his office in Stormbreak.
Sol's blast fire sends a warm brush of air against his cheek when he leans to push the shovel through the mud. Had he been aware of what ingredients go into Rocky Mountain oysters, the pinkish hue of his face would have been much worse, turning a pale, deep red. But in his naivety, Zavien simply glances up at her excitement, intrigued by what this 'delicacy' could be and how they make bulls into steers.
Blinking, he pauses in his work to tilt his head, the light casting his hair in a golden hue. "Hm. I'm not usually a fan of oysters, but I'll try them. Do they travel well?" He'd hate for them to go cold or rubbery in their transport. Perhaps he'd have to try them next time he was in King's End.
He returns to the work as the topic shifts, dropping handfuls of mulch into mud like he might bury the grief as easily as the dry pieces. "I'll try to make it." And he honestly would, even if he can't guarantee what his mindset will be when the time comes.
The shovel pulls wet mud over the wood, strengthening the earth while he smiles a little more, relieved to talk about Stormbreak. "We're doing better. You were all so kind to welcome us, but it's actually starting to feel like home again." At her apt description of time and it's fluid nature, Zavien chuckles, shoving his shoulder into the handle of the shovel. "That's exactly right."
Moving to another portion of the road, he adds, "Time's moving too fast and too slow. I want to do a million things and I wish I had more time to do them all, but I also wouldn't mind skipping to the part where it's already done." He laughs again, shaking his head as he shoots Colt a grin, sure she can understand in her own line of work.
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In the end, his desire for comfort and ease and predictability is outweighed by his own nature, but that doesn't mean he can't understand Colt's sentiments or decision to stay along the paved paths. It has Zavien nodding his head, offering a small smile and a chuckle. "Fair enough, especially when you have views of beautiful open fields around those paths." Not that they hold a flame to the expanse he can see from his office in Stormbreak.
Sol's blast fire sends a warm brush of air against his cheek when he leans to push the shovel through the mud. Had he been aware of what ingredients go into Rocky Mountain oysters, the pinkish hue of his face would have been much worse, turning a pale, deep red. But in his naivety, Zavien simply glances up at her excitement, intrigued by what this 'delicacy' could be and how they make bulls into steers.
Blinking, he pauses in his work to tilt his head, the light casting his hair in a golden hue. "Hm. I'm not usually a fan of oysters, but I'll try them. Do they travel well?" He'd hate for them to go cold or rubbery in their transport. Perhaps he'd have to try them next time he was in King's End.
He returns to the work as the topic shifts, dropping handfuls of mulch into mud like he might bury the grief as easily as the dry pieces. "I'll try to make it." And he honestly would, even if he can't guarantee what his mindset will be when the time comes.
The shovel pulls wet mud over the wood, strengthening the earth while he smiles a little more, relieved to talk about Stormbreak. "We're doing better. You were all so kind to welcome us, but it's actually starting to feel like home again." At her apt description of time and it's fluid nature, Zavien chuckles, shoving his shoulder into the handle of the shovel. "That's exactly right."
Moving to another portion of the road, he adds, "Time's moving too fast and too slow. I want to do a million things and I wish I had more time to do them all, but I also wouldn't mind skipping to the part where it's already done." He laughs again, shaking his head as he shoots Colt a grin, sure she can understand in her own line of work.
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We wear our scars as proof
that we are still alive.
