Zavien
Zavien did what he could to bide the time, wandering somewhat aimlessly through the festival to give Soh time and space with Harper. He checked in quietly with a few friends, found some savory snacks for Sol who had been hovering nearby, and gathered a pair of hot spiced cider for him and Soh. By the time she was done, his own drink was nearly gone, but so were the complex cyclone of emotions in his chest. It left him feeling drained, limbs heavy with an exhaustion that called for peace and quiet.
He offered her a tired, gentle smile, letting the silence of his expression say more than any words could as he took her hand in his. Squeezing it once, he led them towards the village and its skyport with plans to find refuge from the heaviness of the night.
They'd only made it a few feet when his name rang out of the dark shadows. He'd taken note of the figure but not who it was, and an uneasy tension coiled up his spine as he recognized Colt stepping into their path. Although he didn't glance at Soh, he could guess at her expression, could feel the slight uptick of her heartrate beating against his chest as the rancher gave her a cold acknowledgement. A fresh wave of protectiveness rose in response, the edges of his green eyes pinching ever so slightly at the dismissal. But he paused, stopping them to face her fully.
After the dramatic strain of the evening, the sharpness of his rage was dulled, the squaring of his shoulders more rounded under the weight of it all as he gave a noncommittal shrug, his voice flat without its usual friendliness. "Sure, but that's kind of hard to do when you made it clear my girlfriend is a liar who isn't welcome there."
In case she didn't get the message, Zavien raised an unimpressed brow, a flash of anger shining through like sunlight dappling a patch of grass through the clouds. "A dagger, Colt? Really?" It was petty and rude, and although he understood getting her feelings hurt, he didn't appreciate the undertone of a letter sent with a weapon attached to it.
He offered her a tired, gentle smile, letting the silence of his expression say more than any words could as he took her hand in his. Squeezing it once, he led them towards the village and its skyport with plans to find refuge from the heaviness of the night.
They'd only made it a few feet when his name rang out of the dark shadows. He'd taken note of the figure but not who it was, and an uneasy tension coiled up his spine as he recognized Colt stepping into their path. Although he didn't glance at Soh, he could guess at her expression, could feel the slight uptick of her heartrate beating against his chest as the rancher gave her a cold acknowledgement. A fresh wave of protectiveness rose in response, the edges of his green eyes pinching ever so slightly at the dismissal. But he paused, stopping them to face her fully.
After the dramatic strain of the evening, the sharpness of his rage was dulled, the squaring of his shoulders more rounded under the weight of it all as he gave a noncommittal shrug, his voice flat without its usual friendliness. "Sure, but that's kind of hard to do when you made it clear my girlfriend is a liar who isn't welcome there."
In case she didn't get the message, Zavien raised an unimpressed brow, a flash of anger shining through like sunlight dappling a patch of grass through the clouds. "A dagger, Colt? Really?" It was petty and rude, and although he understood getting her feelings hurt, he didn't appreciate the undertone of a letter sent with a weapon attached to it.
It's a beautiful day.
Don't let it get away.
Don't let it get away.
