Zavien
I think all things,
in their way,
in their way,
As the men shuffled out of the alley, they shot the pair indignant glares, promising further violence if the opportunity arose another day. Zavien ignored their looks, smiling at the woman kindly. He looked down at her short stature, taking note of her appearance. The white hair and pale skin were definitely strikingly uncommon features that had originally caught his attention. Now, with their close proximity, he also noticed the simultaneous lack of color and multitude of colors within her faded eyes. They were fascinating in their uniqueness and he paused in distraction before realizing she'd responded.
Knowing that she was fine, he took stock of his own injuries. The blow to his head and shoulder would only ache for a few days, leaving no permanent damage. His split lip stung as his tongue ran over the cut, but it had already stopped bleeding. Yet blood continued to dribble from the slash on his forearm. He pulled a handkerchief from his pocket, pressing it down to staunch the flow. Shrugging his shoulders, he looked back at her with an unconcerned grin. "It's just a scratch. I'll live."
Knowing that she was fine, he took stock of his own injuries. The blow to his head and shoulder would only ache for a few days, leaving no permanent damage. His split lip stung as his tongue ran over the cut, but it had already stopped bleeding. Yet blood continued to dribble from the slash on his forearm. He pulled a handkerchief from his pocket, pressing it down to staunch the flow. Shrugging his shoulders, he looked back at her with an unconcerned grin. "It's just a scratch. I'll live."
reflect heavenly truth,
the imagination not least.
the imagination not least.
