-Zavien-
After saying his goodbyes to the other attendees, Zavien picks his way through the scattered remains of the impressive event, Sol trotting diligently at his heels. It's not hard to find Colt. She always seems to be at the center of everything, getting her hands dirty in some fashion or another. This time appears to be garbage pickup, blonde hair gilded in faded sunlight looking unbothered by the manual labor.
He returns the smile she throws his way, patiently waiting for her to dismiss her crew and join him. Despite how she's been sifting through literal garbage, Zavien looks more worn. The long day in sweltering heat and tumbling in the dirt has turned him a darker tan, sweat mixing to form streaks across his forehead and down his cheek into the stubble there. His clothes are caked in brown, disheveled by work and baking sunlight, the colors beneath muted by the efforts of the day. And yet, his smile is bright, laughter in the green of his eyes as he says, "How could I forget?" He tips the cowboy hat atop his head, a greeting as much as a subtle acknowledgement of their agreement. "A deal's a deal, especially since you went through all the trouble." Zavien falls into stride next to her, still completely oblivious that the 'delicacy' she's prepared is for her own amusement.
His focus is instead on the dogs that begin to join them, watching fondly as Sol hops and chirps playful greetings. Whenever his hand is nuzzled or his leg is bumped, Zavien reaches down to offer friendly pats or scratches behind the ears. It could be from the jerky in his pocket, but he doesn't have enough for all of them, so he keeps it hidden away while they weave through his feet. It slows their progress, but he doesn't mind. He's not in a hurry.
Grinning at her praise, he glances up from the brindle beauty whose tail snaps like a whip from excitement. A low chuckle comes easily, a small shrug lifting at his shoulders. "I'm just glad I didn't fall straight off this time." He'd at least managed to last more than a second this time, and although the ride never turns out pretty, he hadn't fallen from any nauseating heights or earned more than a few lingering bruises. In his book, it was a marked improvement.
Zavien gives the brindle another pat and continues following on. "How come you don't ride?" he asks conversationally, throwing her a curious glance.
He returns the smile she throws his way, patiently waiting for her to dismiss her crew and join him. Despite how she's been sifting through literal garbage, Zavien looks more worn. The long day in sweltering heat and tumbling in the dirt has turned him a darker tan, sweat mixing to form streaks across his forehead and down his cheek into the stubble there. His clothes are caked in brown, disheveled by work and baking sunlight, the colors beneath muted by the efforts of the day. And yet, his smile is bright, laughter in the green of his eyes as he says, "How could I forget?" He tips the cowboy hat atop his head, a greeting as much as a subtle acknowledgement of their agreement. "A deal's a deal, especially since you went through all the trouble." Zavien falls into stride next to her, still completely oblivious that the 'delicacy' she's prepared is for her own amusement.
His focus is instead on the dogs that begin to join them, watching fondly as Sol hops and chirps playful greetings. Whenever his hand is nuzzled or his leg is bumped, Zavien reaches down to offer friendly pats or scratches behind the ears. It could be from the jerky in his pocket, but he doesn't have enough for all of them, so he keeps it hidden away while they weave through his feet. It slows their progress, but he doesn't mind. He's not in a hurry.
Grinning at her praise, he glances up from the brindle beauty whose tail snaps like a whip from excitement. A low chuckle comes easily, a small shrug lifting at his shoulders. "I'm just glad I didn't fall straight off this time." He'd at least managed to last more than a second this time, and although the ride never turns out pretty, he hadn't fallen from any nauseating heights or earned more than a few lingering bruises. In his book, it was a marked improvement.
Zavien gives the brindle another pat and continues following on. "How come you don't ride?" he asks conversationally, throwing her a curious glance.
Life is getting up one more time
than you've been knocked down.
than you've been knocked down.
