Zavien
spread love everywhere you go.
Standing before Mittens, Zavien had been fairly certain he already knew the outcome of the judging, after all, he had eyes, and although the snowball's may be coal, it did too. Lena's robes were leagues better, the structure and hems looking like a savant's in comparison to the rags he wore. Still, apparently his stash of jerky had saved him once more, Mittens screeching directly into his face.
He did his best not to wince, the quiet laughter easily overpowering the discomfort as he offered forth a small piece with a conspiratorial wink. "Nice work. I'll pay you the rest later." As if this had indeed been the plan all along.
Pretending that he hadn't bribed the judge, Zavien turned to give Lena a haughty lift of his head, mock pride making his eyes a darker shade of green. His hands moved behind his back, and he raised his finger like a king giving an edict, a reward for his loyal subjects. "I think we deserve a night out for dinner." In another flourish of disorganized fabric, he sketched a bow, a grin finally breaking across his face. "As fetching as you look in this, my lady, why don't we get changed and try out that fancy restaurant down the street?"
He did his best not to wince, the quiet laughter easily overpowering the discomfort as he offered forth a small piece with a conspiratorial wink. "Nice work. I'll pay you the rest later." As if this had indeed been the plan all along.
Pretending that he hadn't bribed the judge, Zavien turned to give Lena a haughty lift of his head, mock pride making his eyes a darker shade of green. His hands moved behind his back, and he raised his finger like a king giving an edict, a reward for his loyal subjects. "I think we deserve a night out for dinner." In another flourish of disorganized fabric, he sketched a bow, a grin finally breaking across his face. "As fetching as you look in this, my lady, why don't we get changed and try out that fancy restaurant down the street?"
let no one ever come to you without leaving happier.
