Zavien
I think all things,
in their way,
in their way,
Zavien laughed at the mental image of a rattling sword. It was almost as funny as fuzzy purple swords. Shaking his head, he smiled. "That sounds perfect. He'll be a master in no time!" Although, hopefully he upgraded to a real sword by that point. He didn't think a rattling weapon would be very intimidating.
Taking the paper, Zavien studied the sketch of 'Rae's Lillies,' noting the white petals. "So you want me to gather some of these flowers? Seems easy enough." He may not be good at herbology? plantology? botany? whatever, but he was great at finishing tasks, especially retrieval assignments! However, curiosity had him asking, "What are they for?"
At Deimos's confirmation, Zavien began to fill in his own hole, letting the dirt cover the seed within. "Would you mind bringing this with you when you go?" Pausing, he presented the dark blue ring that had been on his finger. "Safrin has offered to make the item stronger if we can bring it to Starfall, but I fear that my visit would end with my permanent residence there." His hand came up to his hair as his face contorted in a moderate grimace. Again, he didn't ignore his own weakness, and who knew what lay on the infested island?
Taking the paper, Zavien studied the sketch of 'Rae's Lillies,' noting the white petals. "So you want me to gather some of these flowers? Seems easy enough." He may not be good at herbology? plantology? botany? whatever, but he was great at finishing tasks, especially retrieval assignments! However, curiosity had him asking, "What are they for?"
At Deimos's confirmation, Zavien began to fill in his own hole, letting the dirt cover the seed within. "Would you mind bringing this with you when you go?" Pausing, he presented the dark blue ring that had been on his finger. "Safrin has offered to make the item stronger if we can bring it to Starfall, but I fear that my visit would end with my permanent residence there." His hand came up to his hair as his face contorted in a moderate grimace. Again, he didn't ignore his own weakness, and who knew what lay on the infested island?
reflect heavenly truth,
the imagination not least.
the imagination not least.
