I take everything seriously,
The rain is a welcome outward expression of Zavien's declining mood. They solidify over the other woman and at first he wonders if a fickle spirit has come to curse her. Yet the sprouting of flowers suggests otherwise and his mind turns to thoughts of more existential reasons for her suffering. Pity and regret stain his features when he turns back to look at Maea's lifeless form.
His nod to Flora is small but more than enough to portray the deep sadness at his wordless answer. There is too much evidence to ignore. Zavien lifts a hand to gently seal the Ancient's eyelids, closing the windows to her now-empty soul. Not sure how to mourn a woman he met only once, he asks, "Did you know her well?"
His nod to Flora is small but more than enough to portray the deep sadness at his wordless answer. There is too much evidence to ignore. Zavien lifts a hand to gently seal the Ancient's eyelids, closing the windows to her now-empty soul. Not sure how to mourn a woman he met only once, he asks, "Did you know her well?"
Zavien
but I also take it lighthearted to recognize I can't control it.
