Zavien
Haulani isn't nearly as cold as New Haven and Zavien has to admit for the millionth time today that the move is a good idea. Sol rushes up ahead, exploring the area near a place he and Soh are considering during their trip out here.
It's a nice enough place. The house is cozy and big enough for their growing family. The area seems friendly and it's close to the clinic. It's even high enough up the hill that it reminds him of Stormbreak, even if he avoids the nearby cliffs. Overall, there haven't been any downsides, and it only confirms the decision - much to his relief and frustration.
Wanting to focus on something other than the impending move, Zavien gravitates subconsciously towards the familiar sound of clashing swords, Sol having found the practice ring set in the middle of the city. He can already feel his muscles loosening, his hand drifting towards the hilt of his starblade as he debates finding someone to go a round with.
It's a nice enough place. The house is cozy and big enough for their growing family. The area seems friendly and it's close to the clinic. It's even high enough up the hill that it reminds him of Stormbreak, even if he avoids the nearby cliffs. Overall, there haven't been any downsides, and it only confirms the decision - much to his relief and frustration.
Wanting to focus on something other than the impending move, Zavien gravitates subconsciously towards the familiar sound of clashing swords, Sol having found the practice ring set in the middle of the city. He can already feel his muscles loosening, his hand drifting towards the hilt of his starblade as he debates finding someone to go a round with.
We wear our scars as proof
that we are still alive.
