Life can be tough, there's no doubt,
But hope is the thing we can't do without.
But hope is the thing we can't do without.
The next few days pass in a blur. He doesn't watch the city fall - can't. Instead, he retreats to King's End, seeking out familiar faces in the region, hearing distantly the news of the inevitable crash. He stops in on Tal and Alys for a welcome distraction, then travels to the area most Breakers have chosen to settle: New Haven.
The town is quaint and comfortable, a balm against the loss. Zavien checks in on his citizens, ensuring they have food and necessities and peace of mind. He offers support where he can, moving personal items or fixing up the spaces they've been given, finding equipment or supplies they may need, giving what news or reassurance he has.
But today he has a different task.
Erika has planned a large community meal in Torchline (the place she's chosen) and demanded that he do the same in King's End, sending him a long-winded letter of particularities and details. Once he's able to decipher them, he borrows a grill from one of the town residents and sets up a table near the square. Other people should be bringing dishes later, but he's been tasked with the worst part: grilling.
Anyone who knows him knows he's the worst cook. He's gotten better with practice, and yet he can't guarantee the burgers will be edible when he's done. Luckily, there are few people to witness his struggle, most people getting work done before the meal. He sets the tray of patties next to the grill with a deep breath, bracing for the work ahead. Then he turns to Sol, grinning. "Care to do the honors?"
The little dragon trills happily, breathing fire onto the charcoal to light it just as Zavien sets the first slab of meat onto the metal.
The town is quaint and comfortable, a balm against the loss. Zavien checks in on his citizens, ensuring they have food and necessities and peace of mind. He offers support where he can, moving personal items or fixing up the spaces they've been given, finding equipment or supplies they may need, giving what news or reassurance he has.
But today he has a different task.
Erika has planned a large community meal in Torchline (the place she's chosen) and demanded that he do the same in King's End, sending him a long-winded letter of particularities and details. Once he's able to decipher them, he borrows a grill from one of the town residents and sets up a table near the square. Other people should be bringing dishes later, but he's been tasked with the worst part: grilling.
Anyone who knows him knows he's the worst cook. He's gotten better with practice, and yet he can't guarantee the burgers will be edible when he's done. Luckily, there are few people to witness his struggle, most people getting work done before the meal. He sets the tray of patties next to the grill with a deep breath, bracing for the work ahead. Then he turns to Sol, grinning. "Care to do the honors?"
The little dragon trills happily, breathing fire onto the charcoal to light it just as Zavien sets the first slab of meat onto the metal.
Zavien
Right things with joy will come about...
In good time.
In good time.
