Zavien
I think all things,
in their way,
in their way,
Zavien wasn't bothered by the Warden's lack of enthusiasm, familiar with his personality at this point, he more than made up for the stoicism with his own jubilant attitude. His huge grin and moderately fidgeting stance alluded to his excitement at the run-in. He glanced in the direction of the encroaching Void, nodding his head in understanding. Obviously, he'd had a similar thought. With Stormbreak being in the literal sky it was a little easier to protect it from the Void without needing the seed. He thought he'd use it elsewhere.
The question about skills had him shaking his head emphatically. "Absolutely not. I can't even remember the name of the purple flower Lena told me about. I know it started with an 'L' and helped with relaxation." His loud laugh accompanied the following good-natured shrug. He didn't know if Deimos had ever met Lena, but it didn't change the fact that he had no idea what he was doing when it came to planting. But how hard could it be? Dig a hole, place the seed, then let it grow. Right?
Considering the large man, he fired back the same question, "Do you have any experience planting?" His movements showed that he had the means to do so, his magic making it easy enough, but what did Deimos know about the rest of the process?
The question about skills had him shaking his head emphatically. "Absolutely not. I can't even remember the name of the purple flower Lena told me about. I know it started with an 'L' and helped with relaxation." His loud laugh accompanied the following good-natured shrug. He didn't know if Deimos had ever met Lena, but it didn't change the fact that he had no idea what he was doing when it came to planting. But how hard could it be? Dig a hole, place the seed, then let it grow. Right?
Considering the large man, he fired back the same question, "Do you have any experience planting?" His movements showed that he had the means to do so, his magic making it easy enough, but what did Deimos know about the rest of the process?
reflect heavenly truth,
the imagination not least.
the imagination not least.
