Zavien
Chuckling through the nerves, Zavien makes a conscious effort not to nod this time. "I know how that goes." His fellow Dragoons (Koa included) had enjoyed finding gaps in rookies' knowledge, filling them with whatever absurd misconceptions they could. It led to a lot of hilarious misunderstandings, and quite a few showing up for their first day dressed in nothing but dragon patterned underwear.
"Maybe shouting from the bridge will wake him up," he suggests, his voice echoing faintly into the mists. It'll certainly reach farther than trying to shout through the dense forest.
Sol turns away from the stranger with a weightless bounce, determined to lead Zavien across the bridge. His steps are easy along the ropes, barely shifting the railing with his movements while his companion struggles through each placement of his boot. The golden wings at his side take most of the weight, tilting carelessly from side to side.
The stranger's offer is originally met with confusion. He hasn't the faintest idea what would help him more than the conversation they're already having; but then the ice is solidifying beneath the planks, spreading into a path before him. Surprise lights his eyes, spine straightening at the change. "Oh! Hm." He inspects the ice, testing the press of his foot into the bridge. When it proves sturdier than before, Zavien takes a full breath, the air clearing his lungs as much as the terrified thoughts. "I think so?"
His next step is less shaky, some of the tension leaving the shoulder he peeks over. "Thanks. That seems like some pretty handy magic."
"Maybe shouting from the bridge will wake him up," he suggests, his voice echoing faintly into the mists. It'll certainly reach farther than trying to shout through the dense forest.
Sol turns away from the stranger with a weightless bounce, determined to lead Zavien across the bridge. His steps are easy along the ropes, barely shifting the railing with his movements while his companion struggles through each placement of his boot. The golden wings at his side take most of the weight, tilting carelessly from side to side.
The stranger's offer is originally met with confusion. He hasn't the faintest idea what would help him more than the conversation they're already having; but then the ice is solidifying beneath the planks, spreading into a path before him. Surprise lights his eyes, spine straightening at the change. "Oh! Hm." He inspects the ice, testing the press of his foot into the bridge. When it proves sturdier than before, Zavien takes a full breath, the air clearing his lungs as much as the terrified thoughts. "I think so?"
His next step is less shaky, some of the tension leaving the shoulder he peeks over. "Thanks. That seems like some pretty handy magic."
The secret of happiness is freedom,
the secret of freedom is courage.
the secret of freedom is courage.
