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.
Happy to keep his word to the demigod, Zavien chuckles and tips his bottle to Ronin in silent promise. The fathers are sure to use all the fuel they can get and based on the amount of food still flowing in from the community, he doubts two extra mouths will even make a dent. Older folks settle onto nearby benches while their plates are assembled by the energetic younger kids who decide their frail grandparent can suddenly consume their body weight in food. Parents and workers laugh and mingle, bonding over their shared distaste for the heat and the delicious array of food. A few linger near the grill, nodding their heads and grinning at Ronin's demonstration of his skills, taking a chance to catch a free show with their free meal.
Smiling softly at the scene, Zavien doesn't even bother to attempt the same, choosing instead to toss one more patty to the dragon at his feet. He lets Ronin's words soak, his smile thinning with the effort of holding hope, yet holding all the same as his bobs his head and hums. "Hm. I'll let you know when I get there." 'When' being the key word he clings to.
His attention settles back on the task at hand, the hungry people still coming and going in the bright sunlight. "Agreed. We might have enough burgers." He laughs, looking to the tray of cooked meat, the mountain having grown to an impressive altitude. Even if people chose to stay for dinner, he finds it hard to believe they would run out. Zavien halfheartedly wonders if it might be time to slow down their production.
"Were there any specific supplies you needed?" he asks, green eyes sliding to Ronin and the task he'd originally come for.
Smiling softly at the scene, Zavien doesn't even bother to attempt the same, choosing instead to toss one more patty to the dragon at his feet. He lets Ronin's words soak, his smile thinning with the effort of holding hope, yet holding all the same as his bobs his head and hums. "Hm. I'll let you know when I get there." 'When' being the key word he clings to.
His attention settles back on the task at hand, the hungry people still coming and going in the bright sunlight. "Agreed. We might have enough burgers." He laughs, looking to the tray of cooked meat, the mountain having grown to an impressive altitude. Even if people chose to stay for dinner, he finds it hard to believe they would run out. Zavien halfheartedly wonders if it might be time to slow down their production.
"Were there any specific supplies you needed?" he asks, green eyes sliding to Ronin and the task he'd originally come for.
Zavien
Right things with joy will come about...
In good time.
In good time.
