Smiles are contagious.
A few recent memories flash in his mind of the Dragoon guildmaster, but he tries to ignore the fact that the last time was a secret rendezvous in the Celestine. Instead, he thinks about the snowball fight at the Last Step, when he'd embarrassingly tumbled down the stairs. Grimacing, he considers when that was (what are timelines?). That must have been - "A few weeks ago? He gave me his own entrance exam, welcoming me to the Dragoons but I didn't want to claim the position without first gaining the approval of the Captain." It isn't a lie and he subtly shuffles his feet to calm his nerves.
Anju's sharp grin increases his nerves, making his smile waver. Did she say fight her? The Captain?! Trying to disguise the deflation of his already low confidence, Zavien chuckles lightly. "Of course. I would expect nothing less." He had known the test wouldn't be easy, but wouldn't this be impossible? He's a self-trained street rat while she's the experienced leader of an elite fighting force. But maybe if he impressed her with courage and determination, that would be enough.
Gesturing to the sheathed sword at his hip, he smiles. "A sword should work fine."
Anju's sharp grin increases his nerves, making his smile waver. Did she say fight her? The Captain?! Trying to disguise the deflation of his already low confidence, Zavien chuckles lightly. "Of course. I would expect nothing less." He had known the test wouldn't be easy, but wouldn't this be impossible? He's a self-trained street rat while she's the experienced leader of an elite fighting force. But maybe if he impressed her with courage and determination, that would be enough.
Gesturing to the sheathed sword at his hip, he smiles. "A sword should work fine."
Zavien
