I can't control their fear, only my own.
Lena's validation of his rationales had him smiling in appreciation for her words. It helped to know that he wasn't wrong to feel this way. Not that he thought Lena would ever call him out for having specific emotions. She was too caring and understanding. His uncertainty dissipated into recognition of his own experiences and how they influenced his partiality for specific gods. As long as he didn't lose sight of that, he didn't think the gods would fault him. At least not all of them.
Zavien's relaxation led him to lay back against the stones, placing his hand behind to support his head. He enjoyed the solid sensation grounding him to the world as he admired the glittering rainbows that somehow managed to stretch even to the skies. When he raised the gem up, it blinded him with its green brilliance. With his mind still on the gods varied personalities, he asked Lena, "What is Frey like?" He knew the herald had given Lena much, but he didn't know what they were like other than what Talyson had told him. It would be interesting to see how her observations compared.
He also took a second to listen to the scratches of her pencils, curiosity prompting him to ask, "Do you often draw?"
Zavien's relaxation led him to lay back against the stones, placing his hand behind to support his head. He enjoyed the solid sensation grounding him to the world as he admired the glittering rainbows that somehow managed to stretch even to the skies. When he raised the gem up, it blinded him with its green brilliance. With his mind still on the gods varied personalities, he asked Lena, "What is Frey like?" He knew the herald had given Lena much, but he didn't know what they were like other than what Talyson had told him. It would be interesting to see how her observations compared.
He also took a second to listen to the scratches of her pencils, curiosity prompting him to ask, "Do you often draw?"
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