Zavien
The sky glows, starlight coalescing in the familiar image of the goddess, regal and comforting. Her light pushes the darkness to the far recesses of his mind, exhaustion fleeing in her presence. He takes a deep breath, offering her the smallest of smiles in greeting, lined with sorrow that no longer threatens to suffocate him. It's a quiet acceptance he wears, thick to keep him in the present, allowing him to appreciate this last moment, this gift that Safrin gives them.
Her words ring loud in his head before blooming bright in his chest, a miniature galaxy pressing against his skin as emotions swirled. It cracks at the composure, stretching his control tight. He raises his watery eyes to her, not daring to diminish her praise by blushing from the attention or letting tears fall. He stands resolute, letting her praise settle on the strong shoulders he lowers in a respectful bow. "You honor me, Safrin."
Straightening, he takes a deep breath along with the goddess, watching as her magic spreads like a lifeline to save those who might be taken down with the city. Whereas the buildings had seemed vacant before, they now feel lifeless, like even the souls of plants and the smallest of lifeforms have been relocated somewhere else, somewhere safe, and it gives him a sense of peace, like their work has been done.
His head nods as his throat tightens, his voice strained as he said, "Thank you, Safrin." Zavien looks to the orb of bright light then to his friends as they voice their consent and finally landing on the goddess again. "We're ready." It feels like a lie. They aren't ready to lose their home. But no matter how long they wait, or how many words they say, or how much the ground shakes, they never will be. So Zavien has to settle for how they are now, perhaps not ready to let go of their home, but ready to take that next step towards something different, something new, something unknown. And when Safrin's magic encompasses him, Zavien loosens his heart's hold on Stormbreak, doing his best to keep it whole as he departs the only home he's ever known.
Zavien agrees to let Safrin take him from Stormbreak.
Her words ring loud in his head before blooming bright in his chest, a miniature galaxy pressing against his skin as emotions swirled. It cracks at the composure, stretching his control tight. He raises his watery eyes to her, not daring to diminish her praise by blushing from the attention or letting tears fall. He stands resolute, letting her praise settle on the strong shoulders he lowers in a respectful bow. "You honor me, Safrin."
Straightening, he takes a deep breath along with the goddess, watching as her magic spreads like a lifeline to save those who might be taken down with the city. Whereas the buildings had seemed vacant before, they now feel lifeless, like even the souls of plants and the smallest of lifeforms have been relocated somewhere else, somewhere safe, and it gives him a sense of peace, like their work has been done.
His head nods as his throat tightens, his voice strained as he said, "Thank you, Safrin." Zavien looks to the orb of bright light then to his friends as they voice their consent and finally landing on the goddess again. "We're ready." It feels like a lie. They aren't ready to lose their home. But no matter how long they wait, or how many words they say, or how much the ground shakes, they never will be. So Zavien has to settle for how they are now, perhaps not ready to let go of their home, but ready to take that next step towards something different, something new, something unknown. And when Safrin's magic encompasses him, Zavien loosens his heart's hold on Stormbreak, doing his best to keep it whole as he departs the only home he's ever known.
Zavien agrees to let Safrin take him from Stormbreak.
There's some good in this world,
and it's worth fighting for.
