I take everything seriously,
Zavien smiled in response to Remi's comment. He supposed that the distinction was true enough. His admiration for the chivalrous Dragoons of Stormbreak had molded his perception of the world, but Torchline didn't follow such ideals. It's a land of stolen opportunities and molded destinies.
Laughing at the analysis of Deimos, he had to agree. The fact that the hybrid was able to hold himself against two demigods said more about his stubborn character than their abilities. "It seems like we could all learn to work a little harder." He thought mainly of himself and all he had to learn within his new Dragoon role. Whether it be combat or overall maturity, Zavien had a lot he would like to improve about himself. It just made him assume that others would want the same.
Remi's mention of his new role had Zavien pondering the change. He wasn't privy to the specifics, but he knew enough to understand that the defensive focus of being 'Bastion' would be difficult to use in a fighting tournament. Especially considering how offensive Deimos was. However, it also had him wondering how Remi was adjusting. "Are you happy in your new role with Mort?" An unspoken question accompanied it. A wondering of if Remi regretted his allegiance. Of whether he would have preferred another god or herald. Yet he wouldn't speak such a question aloud, lest he offend the god of death.
He found himself grinning in response to the demigod's crooked smile. "That's nice of you. I'm sure she appreciates it." Having heard of the proprietor, Flora, he was sure she didn't need the help, but he had no doubt that the presence of her father was always welcome. He took another sip of ale as he recalled the confident woman he'd seen at the tournament.
Laughing at the analysis of Deimos, he had to agree. The fact that the hybrid was able to hold himself against two demigods said more about his stubborn character than their abilities. "It seems like we could all learn to work a little harder." He thought mainly of himself and all he had to learn within his new Dragoon role. Whether it be combat or overall maturity, Zavien had a lot he would like to improve about himself. It just made him assume that others would want the same.
Remi's mention of his new role had Zavien pondering the change. He wasn't privy to the specifics, but he knew enough to understand that the defensive focus of being 'Bastion' would be difficult to use in a fighting tournament. Especially considering how offensive Deimos was. However, it also had him wondering how Remi was adjusting. "Are you happy in your new role with Mort?" An unspoken question accompanied it. A wondering of if Remi regretted his allegiance. Of whether he would have preferred another god or herald. Yet he wouldn't speak such a question aloud, lest he offend the god of death.
He found himself grinning in response to the demigod's crooked smile. "That's nice of you. I'm sure she appreciates it." Having heard of the proprietor, Flora, he was sure she didn't need the help, but he had no doubt that the presence of her father was always welcome. He took another sip of ale as he recalled the confident woman he'd seen at the tournament.
Zavien
but I also take it lighthearted to recognize I can't control it.
