Zavien
Feeling slightly comforted as Tal spoke, he smiled gently. ”Fair enough.” He wasn’t sure what the Accepted could have asked for that would upset the herald, but it definitely sounded like he wasn’t willing to elaborate quite yet. And Zavien wasn’t about to ask again until he was ready. So he finally looked back to Tal with a soft, genuine smile and said, ”Well. When you are, my ears are always open if you want to talk.” It wasn’t a demand that he be the first one to hear the news, just an offer for an unbiased listener if he wanted to open up to someone.
Boreal’s enthusiastic response had Zavien laughing and rubbing the dragon’s head affectionately. The joyful interaction distracted him from the deeper topic of strength and making a difference. He leaned into the lighter side of the discussion, smiling at the brainstorming of weapons to pray for. ”I’m better with a sword, considering that I’ve never touched a bow before.” Zavien imagined the complete fool he would look like trying to pull back the bow string. It would probably smack him back in the face with his luck. Shaking his head, he further considered his options. ”Hmm… I’m not sure. I’m not really partial to any element, even if fire is pretty cool. I just want to protect people. So maybe something that creates a buffer?” But then he thought about what might happen if he was caught without his weapon. He almost never forgot to bring his sword, yet he had a tendency to lose things… Chuckling, he said, ”Or a sword that I can’t lose.” His mood had lifted tremendously and Zavien relaxed against the ship to scan below. The trees and purple leaves were starting to blur together, but he narrowed his eyes to keep his sights sharp.
Boreal’s enthusiastic response had Zavien laughing and rubbing the dragon’s head affectionately. The joyful interaction distracted him from the deeper topic of strength and making a difference. He leaned into the lighter side of the discussion, smiling at the brainstorming of weapons to pray for. ”I’m better with a sword, considering that I’ve never touched a bow before.” Zavien imagined the complete fool he would look like trying to pull back the bow string. It would probably smack him back in the face with his luck. Shaking his head, he further considered his options. ”Hmm… I’m not sure. I’m not really partial to any element, even if fire is pretty cool. I just want to protect people. So maybe something that creates a buffer?” But then he thought about what might happen if he was caught without his weapon. He almost never forgot to bring his sword, yet he had a tendency to lose things… Chuckling, he said, ”Or a sword that I can’t lose.” His mood had lifted tremendously and Zavien relaxed against the ship to scan below. The trees and purple leaves were starting to blur together, but he narrowed his eyes to keep his sights sharp.
Keep your face to the sunshine,
And you cannot see a shadow.
And you cannot see a shadow.
