Zavien
I think all things,
in their way,
in their way,
Colt is quickly becoming Sol's favorite person, even rivaling Zavien with the skilled angling of her hands. He becomes a vibrating mess of rumbling purrs(?), his tail and hind leg smacking against the wood of the bench as he stretches farther into her touch, eyes rolling back when she hits that perfect spot that has his body seizing with satisfaction. He falls limp only as she reaches for the bread, staring smugly at Zavien from his upside-down position.
Rolling onto his stomach, the little dragon is inhaling every crumb of bread when his companion arrives. Despite the suspected interruption and social faux pas, Zavien can't hide the tender smile creeping forth, less inclined to hide it when Colt dismisses his concerns. But he doesn't brighten, still sensing a heaviness as she speaks, instincts and experience telling him the glaze in her eyes is too much like grief.
He moves closer, cautious and respectful of the emotions as he sits on the other end of the bench to join her in whatever darkness she might be feeling. When she shares her reason for coming, Zavien can tell there's more to it. His face tightens, struggling to understand what he thinks she's implying. "Are you leaving?" he asks softly, not sure he can trust the conclusion he's come to.
But something about it makes sense if the rumors are to be believed, and Zavien quietly ventures, "Because of your ranch?" Sorrow pulls at the edges of his face, clearly picturing the rolling hills and baby blue skies of Deadiron Ranch. "It's true?" The ranch is really gone?
Rolling onto his stomach, the little dragon is inhaling every crumb of bread when his companion arrives. Despite the suspected interruption and social faux pas, Zavien can't hide the tender smile creeping forth, less inclined to hide it when Colt dismisses his concerns. But he doesn't brighten, still sensing a heaviness as she speaks, instincts and experience telling him the glaze in her eyes is too much like grief.
He moves closer, cautious and respectful of the emotions as he sits on the other end of the bench to join her in whatever darkness she might be feeling. When she shares her reason for coming, Zavien can tell there's more to it. His face tightens, struggling to understand what he thinks she's implying. "Are you leaving?" he asks softly, not sure he can trust the conclusion he's come to.
But something about it makes sense if the rumors are to be believed, and Zavien quietly ventures, "Because of your ranch?" Sorrow pulls at the edges of his face, clearly picturing the rolling hills and baby blue skies of Deadiron Ranch. "It's true?" The ranch is really gone?
reflect heavenly truth,
the imagination not least.
the imagination not least.
