Only a cat with a different coat

Zavien

I think all things,
in their way,

He watched in wondering curiosity at her actions. Was she nervous? Why was she biting her finger? Had Zavien noticed fangs? Questions tumbled through his mind, but he kept silent as a warm sensation washed over his body. It wasn't necessarily pleasant, almost like a stifling heat that brought a tightness over his skin before settling to an itch within. The flesh of his arm knit together before his eyes, leaving no trace of the wound other than the drying blood. It was then that he noticed his other injuries were gone as well.

Zavien looked up at the woman in amazement. What sort of storybook fairy had he encountered? If she could do this, had she even needed his help? Not quite sure how to shake the excitement, he gave her a beaming smile. "You're amazing! Thank you!" Flexing his arm to demonstrate the miraculous healing, he chuckled to himself, completely obsessed with this new discovery. And now that the arm was back to normal, he extended his hand to the person responsible. "I'm Zavien. It's a pleasure to meet you." He was all energy and smiles, practically buzzing with the latent adrenaline and lingering magic. The high made him bold as he said, "You're not from around here." The statement wasn't an accusing question, but rather a polite observation given the circumstances and his familiarity with Stormbreak.

reflect heavenly truth,
the imagination not least.