Zavien
Oblivious to all the fun Colt is having, Zavien sends her a genuine smile. He's pleasantly surprised by her hospitality, warmed by her willingness to set aside some of these 'delicacies' for her. It reaffirms his faith in humanity, the appreciation in his voice sincere and bright as he says, "I guess I'll have to come then." He guesses it wouldn't hurt anything for him to take a day to see the rodeo, and he's heard the same comments from multiple people recently.
The wagging of her finger draws him from the last portion of mud he's working out, patting the drying earth into a smooth spot that's less likely to trip anyone along the way. Another laugh precedes his words, a small shrug to dismiss any sense that he's diminishing her sage wisdom. "I'd generally agree with you, although it's hard to tell that to people who still need their roofs fixed or their streets repaired." In any other scenario, he's the kind to value the training, process, or experience over any of the results. Similar to how he's found himself spreading mulch and mud when he'd been meaning to catch a skyship.
However, nothing about the smile on Zavien's face suggests he's put off by the detour, nodding his head at her determination of their work. "Perfect timing. I think Sol is going to combust soon." The dragon gives another puff of smoke as he settles on the firm ground, chest puffing dramatically at their accomplishment.
The wagging of her finger draws him from the last portion of mud he's working out, patting the drying earth into a smooth spot that's less likely to trip anyone along the way. Another laugh precedes his words, a small shrug to dismiss any sense that he's diminishing her sage wisdom. "I'd generally agree with you, although it's hard to tell that to people who still need their roofs fixed or their streets repaired." In any other scenario, he's the kind to value the training, process, or experience over any of the results. Similar to how he's found himself spreading mulch and mud when he'd been meaning to catch a skyship.
However, nothing about the smile on Zavien's face suggests he's put off by the detour, nodding his head at her determination of their work. "Perfect timing. I think Sol is going to combust soon." The dragon gives another puff of smoke as he settles on the firm ground, chest puffing dramatically at their accomplishment.
We wear our scars as proof
that we are still alive.
