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.
Ever the soldier, he catalogues the precautions and gives a curt nod of approval, certain he wouldn't have done it any other way (although perhaps having a plant for a child). Flipping some of the half-done patties and pulling off the finished ones, he laughs at the image of the demigods being swarmed by high-land cows every time they landed to check on their kid. "Oh no. Bribes never hold as strong as people hope."
The grouping of people slowly continues to grow, drawn by the tantalizing smell. While the White Knight steps off to save the people from the hungry monsters clawing at their stomachs, Sol finally lands next to Zavien. The Dragoon is defenseless against the rumbling chirps and wide golden eyes, chuckling as he drops one of the darker slabs of meat onto the ground.
It's as the dragon is inhaling the first of many burgers that Ronin returns, seeming to easily pinpoint exactly what Zavien had meant. "Something along those lines." Kind of like the out of body experience after getting off a treadmill, feeling like the world is rushing past while your body goes into autopilot to keep up. It's a little disorienting, his brain not keeping up with the path beneath his feet. And yet his heart continues to race, under the impression that it's still needed, that its purpose is too important to stop or slow down, even if the goal has already been reached and the demand is gone.
He accepts the beer with a curve of his lips and a passing "Thanks," enjoying the chilled glass against his hand, the spatula still held in the other. Zavien purses his lips at the thought of leaving, of finding his own quiet somewhere so the calm can convince his mind it's time to slow down. But the urge to stay and help his people pulls at his chest, the logic of his new role doing nothing to release its hold on him. Glancing sideways at Ronin, he's not shy or embarrassed in asking for guidance, getting the feeling that he might actually understand what Zavien's going through. "How did you let go of that instinct to lead so you could leave? And when did you know it was time to come back?"
The grouping of people slowly continues to grow, drawn by the tantalizing smell. While the White Knight steps off to save the people from the hungry monsters clawing at their stomachs, Sol finally lands next to Zavien. The Dragoon is defenseless against the rumbling chirps and wide golden eyes, chuckling as he drops one of the darker slabs of meat onto the ground.
It's as the dragon is inhaling the first of many burgers that Ronin returns, seeming to easily pinpoint exactly what Zavien had meant. "Something along those lines." Kind of like the out of body experience after getting off a treadmill, feeling like the world is rushing past while your body goes into autopilot to keep up. It's a little disorienting, his brain not keeping up with the path beneath his feet. And yet his heart continues to race, under the impression that it's still needed, that its purpose is too important to stop or slow down, even if the goal has already been reached and the demand is gone.
He accepts the beer with a curve of his lips and a passing "Thanks," enjoying the chilled glass against his hand, the spatula still held in the other. Zavien purses his lips at the thought of leaving, of finding his own quiet somewhere so the calm can convince his mind it's time to slow down. But the urge to stay and help his people pulls at his chest, the logic of his new role doing nothing to release its hold on him. Glancing sideways at Ronin, he's not shy or embarrassed in asking for guidance, getting the feeling that he might actually understand what Zavien's going through. "How did you let go of that instinct to lead so you could leave? And when did you know it was time to come back?"
Zavien
Right things with joy will come about...
In good time.
In good time.
