Zavien
Zavien swung his sword around in another set of practice maneuvers. After his spar with Deimos, he was eager to work on the movements he'd learned, and with the training ring easily accessible, he'd rushed over. Sadly, no other Dragoons had been around to help him, so he'd stepped onto the empty sand and went through the steps alone.
As he twisted around in a particularly complex motion, his sword whistled through the air, glinting in the sunlight. It finally came to stop in front of his body, pointing directly at an unfamiliar face. His breaths came quick, sweat dripping down his forehead as his green eyes met her golden eyes. Her wild red hair was more distracting than the companions with her, but he took a moment to notice the dragon, wondering if he should know her. Straightening, he cleared his throat. "Uh. Hi. Can I help you with something?"
As he twisted around in a particularly complex motion, his sword whistled through the air, glinting in the sunlight. It finally came to stop in front of his body, pointing directly at an unfamiliar face. His breaths came quick, sweat dripping down his forehead as his green eyes met her golden eyes. Her wild red hair was more distracting than the companions with her, but he took a moment to notice the dragon, wondering if he should know her. Straightening, he cleared his throat. "Uh. Hi. Can I help you with something?"
I learned that in suffering,
we find the true measure of our strength.
we find the true measure of our strength.
