Zavien
- The Risen Sun -
The fireplace had been in constant use since the Deepfrost chill had started to infiltrate the region. At the first sign of snowfall, Zavien was chopping wood, stacking a pile just inside the door to keep it dry for the long weeks to come. Especially with Soh's condition, he was determined to keep the space comfortable and homey. He was even doing the unthinkable and stocking his kitchen. From the basics to random cravings, he'd been more conscious of keeping sustenance easily available for her, constantly checking in that she had what she needed.
However, with LongNight fast approaching, Zavien was increasingly aware of the looming deadline and the need to be prepared. He was stocking the house and repairing the shutters and doing everything her could to ignore the impending dread of the coming darkness. It was nice to have distractions, particularly on days like today, when the cold felt like a living creature attempting to claw its way into his chest, pressing the cold deep into his lungs with each breath.
Zavien let out a huff of breath, the warmth turning white before his eyes. He adjusted the stack of freshly cut wood in his hands as he angled his elbow for the handle and pushed down. The door popped open, heat from the fireplace making the cold feel sharp against his skin. With a low grunt, he paused in the doorway to let Sol through, the golden dragon carrying his contribution to the pile: an impressively large stick that hit the doorframe twice before he managed to maneuver it inside.
Shaking his head, Zavien chuckled and twisted to press the door closed, then set the new wood onto the pile and turned to find Soh. He dusted his hands on his thick jacket as he reported, "Okay. That should be enough wood to last us through LongNight." More than enough if the towering pile was any indication. "There are plenty of candles in the closet, canned food in the pantry, water, blankets, new shutters, weapons..." he trailed off as he offered her a nervous smile. "Am I missing anything?"
However, with LongNight fast approaching, Zavien was increasingly aware of the looming deadline and the need to be prepared. He was stocking the house and repairing the shutters and doing everything her could to ignore the impending dread of the coming darkness. It was nice to have distractions, particularly on days like today, when the cold felt like a living creature attempting to claw its way into his chest, pressing the cold deep into his lungs with each breath.
Zavien let out a huff of breath, the warmth turning white before his eyes. He adjusted the stack of freshly cut wood in his hands as he angled his elbow for the handle and pushed down. The door popped open, heat from the fireplace making the cold feel sharp against his skin. With a low grunt, he paused in the doorway to let Sol through, the golden dragon carrying his contribution to the pile: an impressively large stick that hit the doorframe twice before he managed to maneuver it inside.
Shaking his head, Zavien chuckled and twisted to press the door closed, then set the new wood onto the pile and turned to find Soh. He dusted his hands on his thick jacket as he reported, "Okay. That should be enough wood to last us through LongNight." More than enough if the towering pile was any indication. "There are plenty of candles in the closet, canned food in the pantry, water, blankets, new shutters, weapons..." he trailed off as he offered her a nervous smile. "Am I missing anything?"
