Zavien
Like most animals, the small dragon seems to warm to him quickly and his eyes follow the dramatics with faint amusement. Following shortly after, the approaching sound of feet has Zavien glancing up as the Torchline queen steps into his field of vision. He immediately recognizes her after having attended the Tournament some months ago and is surprised to see her in Stormbreak. His head dips respectfully and he's quite proud of himself as his words come out clear and comprehensible. "Your Highness." He's not sure if he should actually address her as such, but he'd rather be safe than sorry.
Zavien doesn't accept her apology, instead waving his hand in dismissal. His following chuckle echoes against the empty temple walls but the sound remains bright, somehow making the atmosphere feel lighter. He twists his head around to glance at the 'hidden' dragon with a fond smile. "And I'm sure I'd take the blame without question." Even if it meant trouble, he'd do what he could to protect any animal from such wrath or punishment. Although, he has a feeling this is a common occurrence and he shakes his head at the adorably troublesome creature.
A small piece of jerky appears in his hand and he offers it to the dragon. Boreal had trained him well, after all. "My name's Zavien. What's hers?" His green eyes lift to meet Flora's own blue gaze, open and friendly like a flourishing meadow of grass meeting the clear sky.
Zavien doesn't accept her apology, instead waving his hand in dismissal. His following chuckle echoes against the empty temple walls but the sound remains bright, somehow making the atmosphere feel lighter. He twists his head around to glance at the 'hidden' dragon with a fond smile. "And I'm sure I'd take the blame without question." Even if it meant trouble, he'd do what he could to protect any animal from such wrath or punishment. Although, he has a feeling this is a common occurrence and he shakes his head at the adorably troublesome creature.
A small piece of jerky appears in his hand and he offers it to the dragon. Boreal had trained him well, after all. "My name's Zavien. What's hers?" His green eyes lift to meet Flora's own blue gaze, open and friendly like a flourishing meadow of grass meeting the clear sky.
Tis better to have loved and lost,
than never to have loved at all.
than never to have loved at all.
