Zavien
I think all things,
in their way,
in their way,
His eyes lit up a brilliant green. "Lavender! That's what it's called!" At least now he could show his face to Lena without embarrassing himself again. Zavien laughed loudly. "I couldn't have come up with the name even if my life depended on it. I kept thinking 'fluffy purple swords.'" Shaking his head, he sagged his shoulders. "Thank you for saving me a lot of future strain trying to remember it." He'd already started to get a headache and the tension was immediately released as he vowed to commit the name to memory (spoiler alert: it doesn't work).
As the Sword brought up his wife, Zavien gave him a warm, glowing smile. Finally, something good to talk about. "Evie, right? How are she and the new baby?" There were few in all of Caido who hadn't heard of the power couple, but Zavien hadn't had a chance to meet them or talk with Deimos about his family. Although that wasn't surprising considering the chaos of the world. In fact, he'd been consumed with schemes of his own recently, trying to better the world in whatever little ways he could. Even if that meant digging a hole in the middle of nowhere with a strange golden seed from a randomly appearing tree. With that in mind, he picked a clear patch of dirt nearby to plunge his own shovel down, waiting to hear about the happy trio.
As the Sword brought up his wife, Zavien gave him a warm, glowing smile. Finally, something good to talk about. "Evie, right? How are she and the new baby?" There were few in all of Caido who hadn't heard of the power couple, but Zavien hadn't had a chance to meet them or talk with Deimos about his family. Although that wasn't surprising considering the chaos of the world. In fact, he'd been consumed with schemes of his own recently, trying to better the world in whatever little ways he could. Even if that meant digging a hole in the middle of nowhere with a strange golden seed from a randomly appearing tree. With that in mind, he picked a clear patch of dirt nearby to plunge his own shovel down, waiting to hear about the happy trio.
reflect heavenly truth,
the imagination not least.
the imagination not least.
