Zavien
In the grand scheme of things, Zavien hadn't actually spent much time in Torchline. He'd visited friends, but he'd rarely found time for 'vacations' at beaches or tropical oases. He didn't dislike Torchline, but his disagreement with Flora and the presence of so many acquaintances in King's End had led him here instead.
His thoughts caught momentarily on Flora when Soh mentioned her again. How would she take it when she found out Zavien wasn't overly fond of her best friend? He supposed that was something they would have to talk through eventually.
Squeezing her arm in shared sentiment, he said of her choice and feelings, "I get that. I chose King's End to help the Breakers who moved here." But he still felt like a visitor, not quite an outcast, but it wasn't 'home' for him yet.
Her question made him laugh, the movement jostling Soh in his arms. "Of course I know Colt. She's the reason I've gotten so good at eating dirt," he joked. Between helping on her ranch and participating in the rodeos, he'd found plenty of time to get his butt acquainted with the dirt. She'd been the source of many bruises, but an equal amount of good memories.
Tilting his head, Zavien recalled his last meeting with the rancher. "She mentioned that. I said I'd be willing to help her with a few things, but the desert doesn't exactly sound appealing to live in." He laughed again, curious to know how many people would weather the heat to find what Colt planned to build, but he almost wondered if that was the purpose.
His thoughts caught momentarily on Flora when Soh mentioned her again. How would she take it when she found out Zavien wasn't overly fond of her best friend? He supposed that was something they would have to talk through eventually.
Squeezing her arm in shared sentiment, he said of her choice and feelings, "I get that. I chose King's End to help the Breakers who moved here." But he still felt like a visitor, not quite an outcast, but it wasn't 'home' for him yet.
Her question made him laugh, the movement jostling Soh in his arms. "Of course I know Colt. She's the reason I've gotten so good at eating dirt," he joked. Between helping on her ranch and participating in the rodeos, he'd found plenty of time to get his butt acquainted with the dirt. She'd been the source of many bruises, but an equal amount of good memories.
Tilting his head, Zavien recalled his last meeting with the rancher. "She mentioned that. I said I'd be willing to help her with a few things, but the desert doesn't exactly sound appealing to live in." He laughed again, curious to know how many people would weather the heat to find what Colt planned to build, but he almost wondered if that was the purpose.
If you don't like the road you're walking,
start paving another.
start paving another.
