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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Zavien could barely keep himself from skipping as he made his way down the street, a smile splitting his face unimaginably wide. Yet he didn't care how dumb he looked, even as the golden dragon sat atop his head like a very expensive hat. It gripped his hair to stay on, it's eyes roaming the city curiously while it's wings fell down to his shoulders.
Glancing up, he said, "Let me know if you spot them." Not that he expected The creature to recognize Lena or Tal, but he'd told the baby dragon to keep a lookout for Boreal and Mittens. They would be much easier to spot in the crowded streets. It cooed in response, a high-pitched rumble that reverberated in his head, making Zavien laugh.
Stepping around to one of the side vendors, he purchased a bundle of jerky, replenishing his low stock. He had a feeling it would come in handy very soon and stowed the bag in his pocket before finding the meeting spot, shifting his feet as he looked around for his friends.
The courier had gone from a quiet Flowerbirth to a very busy Longheat, but he'd (metaphorically) dropped everything when he'd gotten Zavien's message. Grabbing all of the Stormbreak-bound packages from the Torchline depot, he'd fired up the Peregrine and caught a favorable headwind for the floating city.
Boreal, upon picking up the reason for their haste, was over the moon with excitement.
After dropping the packages off at the Pacifist Plaza Post Office for distribution, Tal headed for the meeting place. His dragon was far too excited to stay on the ground and instead flew from rooftop to rooftop high above, peering down from each perch to try and spot her Very Good Friend With Endless Jerky. Luckily for everyone, Zavien's new 'hat' fooled the big dragon's scan so it was Tal who found him first. The courier grinned with rare excitement, beaming at the new baby perched like a particularly stunning work of art on the dragoon's head as he trotted up to clasp his friend's hand. "Hey, Zavien! Congrats! What's their name?"
Tal arrives, and Boreal isn't far behind!
5 merit points have been granted for participating in a Personal Quest.
Mastered Item:
Type: Light | Style: Other | Level: Mastered
La Verbena | A personal skyboat (schooner) capable of travelling at 2x wagon speeds over most types of terrain. Can accommodate 2 people onboard during flight.
As promised, once word had reached Lena, the Caretaker arranged duties to be completed at a later time, and began her walk over, Mittens in tow. The excitement and enthusiasm for Zavien’s completed quest was a palatable, tangible thing, and leagues above wallowing; so upon her arrival, with a nod of her head towards Talyson, her eyes flickered about.
Landing precisely upon the new hat.
Delighted, her smile was an eager, whimsical thing, jovial, and rapturous. “Congratulations!” Mittens, for its part, didn’t even bother with either dragon, and instead stared incredulously at Talyson – likely deciding means of torment.
But the Caretaker rallied within her Attuned bond instead of delving into the snowball’s mischief, offering another sentiment to the fledgling. Hello.
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Lena and Mittens arrive!
Lena
// the speck of truth that's ours //
5 merit points have been granted for participating in a Personal Quest.
Zavein spotted Tal first, grinning like a fool as he and Boreal made their way to him. Clasping the man's hand in his own, he laughed freely. "Hey Tal! Thank you! I'm thinking about 'Sol' for his name. Like 'Soldier'?" The little dragon on his head let out an approving chirp that made him glance up fondly at the golden snout peeking over his hair. Their bond was still fresh enough that he was confirming the visual clues with the feelings coursing through his mind, yet it was already stronger than it'd been initially.
Upon Lena's arrival, his green eyes lit up, his arm waving exuberantly as she approached. The movement shifted Sol's wing, like a mirrored wave of his own to the newcomer. "Hey Lena! Thank you!" Zavien wasn't aware of her quiet discussion with the hatchling, but he noticed the way his companion fluttered his wings excitedly, shifting his feet enough to further tangle the blonde locks. Chuckling at the reaction, he looked to the Caretaker. "I think Sol likes you." Another agreeing chirp sounded as it swished its tail, tempted to hop down and greet the woman.
Recognizing that they should probably get out of the crowded street (suggested by the annoyed glares shot their way), he said, "Thanks again for coming! I'm really excited for you guys to get to know him. But first, let's get some supplies together, then we can head to my place to get him settled." Pulling out a crumpled list, Zavien squinted at the illegible words. The originally terrible penmanship combined with the moisture of Longheat and the tight space of his pocket had left him with various smudges. He took another second of denial to try deciphering the shapes, but eventually looked sheepishly up at the others. "Well, I think it was just stuff for sleeping, playing, and eating. Meet back here in ten?"
Round 2: Collect supplies from nearby shops and vendors! Pick one and Zavien will take the last.
