Perhaps the closest equivalent of Caido’s golden retriever energy, Zavien has been the light in an otherwise patch of darkness. Always putting others first, working hard at being a Dragoon and helping Stormbreak thrive in kindness, and always being optimistic, Zavien’s outlook is refreshing and wonderful even with drama and terrible things occurring around him. He always has something helpful to say and a willingness to lend a hand that makes it so fun to keep up with him and we can’t wait to see what else comes his way.
Congratulations, Zavien!
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Court of the Fallen was created in October of 2018 by Odd, Honey, and Crooked.
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Though he had been slowly exploring the city in the clouds since he'd gained the occasional use of legs during full moons, the Falling was one of the places that he had not yet discovered. Zavien 's suggestion of meeting there to get to know each other better had been met with quietly pleased approval, and as Longheat warmed the air to a temperature even a Torcher could appreciate Hadama had taken the opportunity to make the trip sooner rather than later.
It was a bit on the dry side, but the view more than made up for it as Hadama made his way to the southernmost tip of Stormbreak and stood near the edge - but not too near - looking down at the wild, dark ocean below and the froth of waves breaking over submerged rocks. He had sent a letter to the dragoon to let him know that the once-Mer had arrived and where he would be waiting, and the King seemed content to stand and experience the elements for as long as Zavien needed before he would be free. The wind tugged at his braid of steely grey hair and he had finally acceded to wearing a sleeveless leather vest over his broad chest, but both his arms and feet remained bare on the stone leading to the island's abrupt edge.
His emerald gaze was distant, lost in memory, as he leaned on his trident and contemplated the view.
Zavien had been pleased to hear from the Mer King so soon, although he regretted that there wasn't more information for him to share. He'd have to make do with the presence of a certain golden creature on his shoulder. Sol took the opportunity to admire the cliffs, suspiciously enough that Zavien placed a cautionary hand on the dragon's head. After all, the Breaker may have leapt from the cliffs recently, but that did not mean that he had any desire to do so again.
His steps were deliberately slow, and he kept his eyes trained on his friend as he made his way closer to the edge. Stopping a healthy distance from the drop, he gave the man a wide smile, knowing that the golden baby sharing his shoulders would attract attention with his sparkling scales and wide glittering eyes. When Zavien cocked his head, the dragon imitated him, their expressions surprisingly similar. "Hey Hadama! What has you so deep in thought?"
reflect heavenly truth, the imagination not least.
Deep in thought though he was, Hadama was also alert to his surroundings. He had no desire to be startled off the edge of a cliff without a winged shift to save him, and so the sound of his name only drew his attention to its source. The human Breaker was a welcome sight, but it was the glittering gold of his living scarf that drew the Tidebreaker's gaze.
Stepping carefully back from the edge and moving to join Zavien, the King inclined his head in greeting and studied the bright companion with quiet curiosity. "Hello, Zavien. I was remembering previous visits to Stormbreak," he rumbled in answer. He rested the butt of his trident lightly on the bare stone beneath their feet, it's starlit tines sparkling faintly in the sunlight and the golden elements of its haft reflecting a color similar to that of the young dragon. "When I was a Mer, I could only visit during the full moon."
Explanations aside, he gave the little dragon a small bow of greeting, his calm voice warming slightly. "Who is this?"
Although he knew the Mer King had obviously been a Mer, Zavien had never considered what that meant for his limitations on travel. A city in the sky definitely made it hard to access for water-bound beings. Pursing his lips, he said, "Oh. That sounds inconvenient. Have you been able to explore the city much since then?" There were plenty of places to go and he had no qualms about playing tour guide again.
And then topics turned to much more interesting things, like the little dragon on his shoulder. Grinning wide, he gestured a hand between the two. "Hadama, meet Sol! And Sol, meet Hadama." His eyes glanced over at his companion, watching as he wagged his tail and cooed softly in greeting. Zavien smiled proudly at the creature, excited to show him off to another friend. Even as he began nibbling his hair, pushing through the bond the feeling of hunger. Chuckling, the Dragoon pulled out a strip of jerky, offering it to Sol. "I have no idea where all this food goes." As if to prove his statement, the baby dragon inhaled the meat, a puff of smoke indicating his satisfaction. All Zavien could do was shake his head in amused disbelief.
Looking back at the demigod, his faced fell slightly. "Thanks for meeting me again. I think we had a few things to discuss?"
reflect heavenly truth, the imagination not least.
