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Zavien

Never regret anything that made you smile

Zavien trails through the Celestine in a rare moment of reprieve between 'new leader' tasks, but he doesn't waste time relaxing or slowing down. There are too many thoughts and plans for him to do so - not that he minds. The smile on his face is still just as bright, the weight of his steps still just as light, and the beat of his heart still just as right despite the increase in responsibility, because he's excited and hopeful for what's to come, knowing that all the work will be worth it in the end.

With Sol flying to reach the shrine first, he deposits the first of their offerings: a giant sunflower with a slightly charred stem. Zavien isn't far behind, smiling at his companion who sits proudly next to his contribution. He offers the dragon a small scratch on his head before placing the leafy fabric wreath accented with autumnal colors alongside the pumpkin pie sporting a mound of whipped cream on top. The scent fills the small clearing, sweet and enticing.

He kneels next to Frey's visage at the shrine - Sol hopping down to take his rightful place at his hip - then politely bows his head and sets the ring from his finger onto the stone. The sunlight catches against the gold metal along with the bright yellow petals of the flower as he speaks, "Frey, it's been awhile, but I was hoping you could help me strengthen this ring. It appears to heal things and there is a lot of healing to be done in Stormbreak."

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Zavien is asking Frey for a quest to upgrade his Gold Healing Ring!
If he doesn't roll high enough, please use his CotS token. Thank you!

Golden Healing Ring | A golden ring capable of delivering healing via touch.
Type: Light | Style: Other | Level: Basic | Cost: Action

With so many favoured in one place, fickle spirits tend to leave you alone. You cannot be cursed when visiting a shrine by a spirit. (In order to use this, make sure to note the ability at the bottom of each shrine post).
Regional Score bonus: +1 in all shrine visits, drops, PQ+s, KQs, etc. (You must post this at the bottom of any post where a +1 should be included)

Accepted receive +20 and roll with advantage at all shrines. Include this at the bottom of all shrine posts.

The air around the shrine thickens, honey-sweet and heavy, and the song of the Celestine shifts as though tuned to a new frequency. The sunflower leans toward a heat that wasn’t there before, the whipped cream on the pie swells just so, and then Frey is there. Naked, unabashed, and achingly shaped into whatever Zavien’s most secret appetites might crave, they stretch languidly across the shrine’s edge as if they’d been there all along. The aura that blooms with them is impossible to ignore—warmth curling low in the belly, want threading through the air like incense.

"Well now," they purr, voice silk over velvet, eyes dancing with amusement as they glance between Sol, Zavien, and the neat offerings laid out. "It has been a while—though not with me, I think." Their grin is wide and teasing, no judgment in it, only the sort of playfulness that makes the air feel thick with possibility.

They pluck the ring from the stone between careful fingers, turning it over in their palm. Light shimmers across its surface, reflected in Frey’s eyes as they lift their gaze to Zavien with something that is equal parts indulgence and provocation. "Mmh," they hum, running their thumb over the band in a way that makes even the metal seem to shiver. "You’re right. There’s always healing to be done." Their lips curl into a grin, suggestive and knowing. "And sometimes the best healing comes with a little…pleasure to go with it."

They lean in just slightly, the ring glowing faintly in their hand now. "So then, risen one," they grin, eyes dropping suggestively for a moment toward Zavien's waist before rising again. "Here is what you must do.."

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Zavien did not roll high enough so his CotS pass was used.

Zavien has been given a quest!

1. Make someone feel better via physical contact
2. Turn something painful into something pleasurable
3. Use his ring to heal someone and then supplement its current amount of power with his own means of providing healing (first aid, soothing, etc)
4. Endure something painful that his ring cannot heal.

Zavien

Never regret anything that made you smile

Maybe he had been too relaxed, too familiar with his own encounters of Frey to remember that it is two entities, two sides of a coin that he only ever sees face up. But now he's staring at the tail end of that same coin, and as surprised as he is, he can't say he's disappointed. There's an undeniable heat that's coaxed forward with sensual fingers playing on the strings of his emotions, one's that he does his best not to feel too much. Yet he doesn't have control over them this time, not when there's a familiar earthen smell in the air and dark hair falling over golden skin - very much naked skin. 

Zavien senses how his face heats, how his pants feel just a little tighter, how his eyes travel before his manners have a chance to reel in his instincts. He does manage to peel them towards her(?) gaze, trying to glue them there as she speaks, too distracted to feel embarrassed for any offense he may have caused by choosing their counterpart. There's only playfulness to be found anyways, every word and movement like a stoke to set his mind towards all the sensual experiences he's resisted. His flushed face looks puzzled at the comparison to healing, not having thought it a very 'pleasurable' thing as he finally speaks uncertainly through the shock and desire, "I guess so..."

His blush deepens to a very obvious shade of scarlet when a dark brown set of eyes boldly indicates to his waist in a way that he's never seen before. Zavien clears his throat of the pressure he feels building, shifting in his knelt position as he listens to each task, thinking of very little other than who he might do them with. "Thank you, Le - " he catches himself before the name tumbles out, clearing his throat as he continues, "Frey, I will do my best." Then he rises, discretely adjusting his pants as he shuffles hastily out of the shrine, already planning to find the glotters' pool so he can plunge his head in. 

[FIN]