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.
Despite his own faith in humanity and the goodness of people, he's not dense enough to ignore that sometimes that's not the case, and he gives another huff of laughter, nodding his head emphatically. "Agreed." Hopefully people wouldn't soon forget what it feels like to help each other, to be a part of something bigger than themselves.
Grinning like a fool, he flips a few more patties and ignores how dark they appear, the fire still licking at their edges. "I can only imagine." What it must be like to be expecting a child, to soon have a representation of all the love and devotion between two people. Even if Ronin has already had the experience before, he doubts that makes this moment any less special, although he might be more prepared this time around, and Zavien's smile turns more humorous when he asks, "Are you stocking up on sleep and diapers?"
His eyes turn to the box of uncooked burgers, enough to feed and army and then some. "Oh? We've got plenty, and Sol might show just enough restraint to entice her." His own dragon isn't much for sharing - unless it's with friends, then he's the most generous of creatures, happy to exchange food for friendship any day of the week. The thought is enough to keep the smile bright on his face, wondering how long it will be before Sol grows tired of the cloud wyrms, or until the scent of cooked meat becomes too much for him to resist.
Thinking one of the patties looks done, Zavien takes the darkened patty off the grill, setting it into a tray next to the buns and toppings other have come to set up. "At least for now. I have some friends in the area, and most of the Breakers chose to come out here, so I wanted to make sure they settled in alright." He pauses, shrugging his shoulders as he adds, "But I haven't really decided what I want yet." Because once the Breakers are settled, what is he supposed to do? They won't need him anymore - they barely needed him now. And without the Dragoons, he's somewhat lost on what his purpose will be. However, he pushes all of that down to deal with later, continuing to smile as he adds more meat to the grill.
Grinning like a fool, he flips a few more patties and ignores how dark they appear, the fire still licking at their edges. "I can only imagine." What it must be like to be expecting a child, to soon have a representation of all the love and devotion between two people. Even if Ronin has already had the experience before, he doubts that makes this moment any less special, although he might be more prepared this time around, and Zavien's smile turns more humorous when he asks, "Are you stocking up on sleep and diapers?"
His eyes turn to the box of uncooked burgers, enough to feed and army and then some. "Oh? We've got plenty, and Sol might show just enough restraint to entice her." His own dragon isn't much for sharing - unless it's with friends, then he's the most generous of creatures, happy to exchange food for friendship any day of the week. The thought is enough to keep the smile bright on his face, wondering how long it will be before Sol grows tired of the cloud wyrms, or until the scent of cooked meat becomes too much for him to resist.
Thinking one of the patties looks done, Zavien takes the darkened patty off the grill, setting it into a tray next to the buns and toppings other have come to set up. "At least for now. I have some friends in the area, and most of the Breakers chose to come out here, so I wanted to make sure they settled in alright." He pauses, shrugging his shoulders as he adds, "But I haven't really decided what I want yet." Because once the Breakers are settled, what is he supposed to do? They won't need him anymore - they barely needed him now. And without the Dragoons, he's somewhat lost on what his purpose will be. However, he pushes all of that down to deal with later, continuing to smile as he adds more meat to the grill.
Zavien
Right things with joy will come about...
In good time.
In good time.
