Zavien
Strike hands with me. The glass is brim.
The dew is on the heather.
It's fascinating to see how all guys are the same when it comes to talking about weapons and war, perking up immediately. It makes him smile as Zavien accepts the wraps, inspecting them closely before he puts them on. He's tracking everything Koa says until the man kneels on the ground before him, a pleading look in his eyes. The image almost breaks his heart and he has to keep the pity from his face. Instead, he laughs lightly, clasping the Dragoon on the shoulder with the wraps. "Koa... I thought we already established that I'm not going to hit you?" Even if it will heal the bruises popping up around his arms and abdomen, Zavien has always been one to enjoy the ache. It reminds him of the hard work that went into earning them. Plus, he is also very against hitting friends when they're already hurting so much. The dew is on the heather.
Feeling that the matter is closed and settled, he leans back in the chair, slowly unwrapping his hands. "They sound pretty useful though. And they definitely came in handy against that Shadow Serpent." His smile is bright as he leans forward to hand them back. "Thanks for letting me borrow them. You're a good friend."
And love is good, and life is long,
and friends are best together.
and friends are best together.







