Zavien
Zavien looked down at Sohalia for the thousandth time, checking that she hadn't drifted off despite his hand being firmly wrapped around hers. Without the morning sickness, their trip to the Oerwoud had gone better than expected, but he was still worried about her energy levels and the colder environment. He barely took in the vast arrays of foods or the people milling around them as they walked. Soh consumed his every thought.
Smiling, he squeezed her hand before finally bothering to glance around at the arrangements, momentarily surprised by the way it appeared to have grown from the forest itself. He blinked, looking for friendly faces they could sit near as he asked, "Where do you want to sit? I can grab us some drinks." Probably something warm and hearty.
Zavien bought his bell in [SE] the art of friendship.
Smiling, he squeezed her hand before finally bothering to glance around at the arrangements, momentarily surprised by the way it appeared to have grown from the forest itself. He blinked, looking for friendly faces they could sit near as he asked, "Where do you want to sit? I can grab us some drinks." Probably something warm and hearty.
Zavien bought his bell in [SE] the art of friendship.
It was impossible, of course.
But when did that ever stop any dreamer from dreaming.
But when did that ever stop any dreamer from dreaming.
