Zavien
At least he got her name right, but Jesse (Wren) surprises him by confessing the reasons for her distress. His eyes soften, a comforting hand reaching out to rest on her shoulder. "That's okay, Jesse. You don't have to figure that out now." He hadn't expected people to know immediately where they would go and what they would do. He'd just told them their city was going to fall. Unless they'd already planned or feared this outcome, most needed a moment to make the big decisions - him among them.
Shrugging his shoulders, he offers her a sympathetic smile. "And not everyone has a plan. I have no idea where I'll end up." He tries at humor, something adjacent gleaming in his eyes even if it doesn't brighten through the anxiety beneath the admission. Still, he falls back on what time they have, encouraging people not to panic or make hasty decisions. Zavien squeezes her arm gently, trying to infuse some of his own strength in her. "But that's something you get to explore later. Let's start by getting you packed." Content to assist where he can, he'll let Jesse determine what that looks like for her.
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The tremors have gotten worse, the cracks spidering through the city's infrastructure in a dangerous warning. There have been reports of missing pieces and silent splashes below, sections of the Grotto and Falling being broken off by the quakes. The week leading up to this point was a logistical nightmare, people attempting to change their travel plans last minute, or hoping to bring more than they originally projected. It required coordination and finesse that Zavien didn't possess, but the people around him rose to the occasion, adjusting schedules and loads in order to accommodate each citizen and their needs. He's proud to have worked with them and called them fellow Breakers.
When he finally stands at the skyport overlooking the last group of stragglers, Zavien knows the moment is near. He can feel the aching of the earth beneath him, the desire to release its burden as the magic fails, to tumble into the sea below. It won't be long now, and despite the grief that has been processing since Safrin's news, a sharper sensation stabs at his chest, the reality needling deep into the tender memories of his home. He pauses for a moment, soaking in the empty city, the vacant windows, dusty streets, and cracked foundations. There's a hollowness that he can only bear for so long before turning to the group to ask, "Is that everyone?" Tension coils through his body, quiet and controlled, resolute, remaining steady even as another small tremor shakes the ground beneath his feet. His lips thin, concern mounting as he says, "This is the last ship. We need to make sure no one is left when it falls."
The last skyship is about to leave! This thread will close in 48 hours when Zavien will channel Safrin to make sure no one remains behind!
Shrugging his shoulders, he offers her a sympathetic smile. "And not everyone has a plan. I have no idea where I'll end up." He tries at humor, something adjacent gleaming in his eyes even if it doesn't brighten through the anxiety beneath the admission. Still, he falls back on what time they have, encouraging people not to panic or make hasty decisions. Zavien squeezes her arm gently, trying to infuse some of his own strength in her. "But that's something you get to explore later. Let's start by getting you packed." Content to assist where he can, he'll let Jesse determine what that looks like for her.
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The tremors have gotten worse, the cracks spidering through the city's infrastructure in a dangerous warning. There have been reports of missing pieces and silent splashes below, sections of the Grotto and Falling being broken off by the quakes. The week leading up to this point was a logistical nightmare, people attempting to change their travel plans last minute, or hoping to bring more than they originally projected. It required coordination and finesse that Zavien didn't possess, but the people around him rose to the occasion, adjusting schedules and loads in order to accommodate each citizen and their needs. He's proud to have worked with them and called them fellow Breakers.
When he finally stands at the skyport overlooking the last group of stragglers, Zavien knows the moment is near. He can feel the aching of the earth beneath him, the desire to release its burden as the magic fails, to tumble into the sea below. It won't be long now, and despite the grief that has been processing since Safrin's news, a sharper sensation stabs at his chest, the reality needling deep into the tender memories of his home. He pauses for a moment, soaking in the empty city, the vacant windows, dusty streets, and cracked foundations. There's a hollowness that he can only bear for so long before turning to the group to ask, "Is that everyone?" Tension coils through his body, quiet and controlled, resolute, remaining steady even as another small tremor shakes the ground beneath his feet. His lips thin, concern mounting as he says, "This is the last ship. We need to make sure no one is left when it falls."
The last skyship is about to leave! This thread will close in 48 hours when Zavien will channel Safrin to make sure no one remains behind!
There's some good in this world,
and it's worth fighting for.
