While Lena, like many, regularly didn’t become concerned with her own health and wellbeing, the experience had given enough insight to ensure she didn’t wany others to suffer the same fate. Be that through a litany of possibilities, she also wanted to advocate for those that simply had no voice. Rounding her features back to Zavien, she wasn’t surprised to hear of the feverish anecdote; he seemed the type of individual to ignore a sickness until it simply couldn’t be any longer. “And did you learn from that?” She teased from behind her glass of wine, daring to take a light sip.
The notions of how her family took her alteration, when it’d been that stark convention and practice built through generations gave her pause. Wanting to explain, without making them seem like a strict and rigorous institution, she glanced upward, eyes going towards the garden fixtures as she mulled and mused. “I think they were…surprised. They didn’t take issue that I’d devoted myself entirely to Frey,” for anyone and everyone in Stormbreak held their modicums towards the gods. “But more because I hadn’t followed the traditional way of things. They warmed up to it much more when I had taken on the Celestine.” Proud, perhaps, of what their children had accomplished, even if they’d alternative visions. “Sera was always supportive though.”
Pleased with the distinction, she listened to the wealth of Zavien’s own childhood aspirations, smiling all the while – he’d be easy to visualize as a youth, holding a wooden blade and racing off across fields and cobblestones to save those in distress. “Is it everything you thought it’d be?”
The notions of how her family took her alteration, when it’d been that stark convention and practice built through generations gave her pause. Wanting to explain, without making them seem like a strict and rigorous institution, she glanced upward, eyes going towards the garden fixtures as she mulled and mused. “I think they were…surprised. They didn’t take issue that I’d devoted myself entirely to Frey,” for anyone and everyone in Stormbreak held their modicums towards the gods. “But more because I hadn’t followed the traditional way of things. They warmed up to it much more when I had taken on the Celestine.” Proud, perhaps, of what their children had accomplished, even if they’d alternative visions. “Sera was always supportive though.”
Pleased with the distinction, she listened to the wealth of Zavien’s own childhood aspirations, smiling all the while – he’d be easy to visualize as a youth, holding a wooden blade and racing off across fields and cobblestones to save those in distress. “Is it everything you thought it’d be?”
Lena
