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 smile that forms is bright, nearly devoid of grief in light of endless blessings. "I think so. I've heard nothing but reports of open arms and generous hearts. Everyone has been so kind." Not to say there can't be trouble in paradise or growing pains, but Zavien has been more than satisfied with the embracing of his people, no matter what region they picked to settle in.
Using the spatula to adjust a slab of meat, Zavien looks back up at Ronin, grinning his appreciation for the idea - even if he can't claim all the credit. The expression shifts only slightly with surprise at the news, more pleased than anything. "Oh? How long?" He wouldn't mind seeing more of the man, having lost the structure of the Dragoons for sparring along with the proximity of some friends. He could use all the friendly faces.
Sol becomes distracted by the cloud wyrms above, abandoning his fire duties with a playful trill and a flap of his golden wings. Air and dust swirl gently at his feet while he rolls his eyes, not appearing the least bit worried at having lost his assistant, particularly not when Ronin is offering. Letting his companion take to chasing the creatures in the sky, Zavien flashes the demigod a smile and a grateful nod of his head. "That'd be great. I think I underestimated how many burgers there are, and I've heard you're quite the grill master." Sliding over to make room on the large grill, he presents another large metal spatula for wielding, a weapon bestowed upon this battlefield of protein.
And the timing could not have been more perfect, because just then, Zavien flips his first patty, revealing a beautifully black posterior.
Using the spatula to adjust a slab of meat, Zavien looks back up at Ronin, grinning his appreciation for the idea - even if he can't claim all the credit. The expression shifts only slightly with surprise at the news, more pleased than anything. "Oh? How long?" He wouldn't mind seeing more of the man, having lost the structure of the Dragoons for sparring along with the proximity of some friends. He could use all the friendly faces.
Sol becomes distracted by the cloud wyrms above, abandoning his fire duties with a playful trill and a flap of his golden wings. Air and dust swirl gently at his feet while he rolls his eyes, not appearing the least bit worried at having lost his assistant, particularly not when Ronin is offering. Letting his companion take to chasing the creatures in the sky, Zavien flashes the demigod a smile and a grateful nod of his head. "That'd be great. I think I underestimated how many burgers there are, and I've heard you're quite the grill master." Sliding over to make room on the large grill, he presents another large metal spatula for wielding, a weapon bestowed upon this battlefield of protein.
And the timing could not have been more perfect, because just then, Zavien flips his first patty, revealing a beautifully black posterior.
Zavien
Right things with joy will come about...
In good time.
In good time.
