Zavien
The grass was tall, but it still barely reached his knees, making it difficult for him to stay leaned over for long. Every few minutes Zavien would crouch to smell a patch of green stalks. He couldn't really tell if any of them smelled like vanilla, so when Lena added the new information, he stood to glance around. "Okay. Purple flowers..." At his voice, Sol popped out of a nearby section of grass that towered over his head, chirping playfully. Zavien tried to act scared, clutching at his chest and gasping as if he hadn't heard the dragon trapsing around or seen the gold peeking between leaves. It had the desired effect, the dragonet hooting with delight and disappearing back into the grass. It just made him smile and shake his head, his golden hair flopping around at the movement.
Zavien continued on to the next area, paying close attention for any spots of purple as he returned to the conversation. He didn't notice the Caretaker's blush, although he had similar thoughts of propriety and crossed lines. Would asking her to make him something be too forward? Would that offend her? His hands kept busy and his eyes kept low as he settled for a safe question, "What do you usually bake?" Being the biggest foodie out there, the topic was always of interest to him, so he didn't think Lena would find the question odd. Although meat was his usual preference, he would never turn down the opportunity to eat a well-made pastry. Just the thought had his stomach growling.
His ears perked at the mention of perpetual storms. The soldier in him considered the logistics of having such a dangerous area within a territory. It could be a great barrier if properly utilized. His hand came up to his chin as he said aloud, "I wonder how dangerous it is." Being unprotected in a field of striking lightning didn't sound especially smart, even if it did sound cool. However, he could picture the electricity arcing across the sky in a beautiful latticework of light. It seemed like if it were relatively safe, "-it would be cool to watch while on a picnic."
The words were out before he'd even thought about it, and the Dragoon immediately had the urge to test if he was flexible enough to put his foot in his mouth. Koa was obviously getting in his head and Zavien wasn't sure he liked it. He found himself blushing stronger than before and he turned away to look very intently at a nearby rock. Maybe she would take it as a general observation rather than an invitation.
Hoping that was true, he continued the conversation without glancing up. "Isn't that like the Archives of the Hollowed Grounds? I don't think it's far from here. We should go when we're done!" As a self-proclaimed enemy of words, Zavien didn't have any interest in wandering through the aisles of dusty tombs, but if Lena wanted to, he would be more than willing to accompany her to the Athenuem. And if it sounded like a more subtle version of his previous words, perhaps that was a good thing. Baby steps, right?
Zavien continued on to the next area, paying close attention for any spots of purple as he returned to the conversation. He didn't notice the Caretaker's blush, although he had similar thoughts of propriety and crossed lines. Would asking her to make him something be too forward? Would that offend her? His hands kept busy and his eyes kept low as he settled for a safe question, "What do you usually bake?" Being the biggest foodie out there, the topic was always of interest to him, so he didn't think Lena would find the question odd. Although meat was his usual preference, he would never turn down the opportunity to eat a well-made pastry. Just the thought had his stomach growling.
His ears perked at the mention of perpetual storms. The soldier in him considered the logistics of having such a dangerous area within a territory. It could be a great barrier if properly utilized. His hand came up to his chin as he said aloud, "I wonder how dangerous it is." Being unprotected in a field of striking lightning didn't sound especially smart, even if it did sound cool. However, he could picture the electricity arcing across the sky in a beautiful latticework of light. It seemed like if it were relatively safe, "-it would be cool to watch while on a picnic."
The words were out before he'd even thought about it, and the Dragoon immediately had the urge to test if he was flexible enough to put his foot in his mouth. Koa was obviously getting in his head and Zavien wasn't sure he liked it. He found himself blushing stronger than before and he turned away to look very intently at a nearby rock. Maybe she would take it as a general observation rather than an invitation.
Hoping that was true, he continued the conversation without glancing up. "Isn't that like the Archives of the Hollowed Grounds? I don't think it's far from here. We should go when we're done!" As a self-proclaimed enemy of words, Zavien didn't have any interest in wandering through the aisles of dusty tombs, but if Lena wanted to, he would be more than willing to accompany her to the Athenuem. And if it sounded like a more subtle version of his previous words, perhaps that was a good thing. Baby steps, right?
A flower cannot blossom without sunshine,
and man cannot live without love.
and man cannot live without love.
