Zavien
Although the woman appeared shaken, Zavien was relieved to hear she didn't have any injuries. His lips tilted into a smile around his sigh. Sheathing his sword, he flinched again at the pain in his hand. He shook his head at her question, raising his hand to inspect it as he answered, "Oh. I'm sure it's nothing. The snake must have snagged me with its fangs." As he'd flung it through the sky.
Sure enough, upon inspection, he saw two red lines running over his knuckles. They weren't bleeding profusely, but the injury was enough to sting as he pressed the edge of his sleeve into it. With any luck, they wouldn't even leave a scar. Lifting his gaze to the woman again, he gave her a warm smile. "I'm just glad it didn't get you. Sorry about starling you though." The shout had seemed to jostle her more than the snake, making him feel slightly guilty.
Sure enough, upon inspection, he saw two red lines running over his knuckles. They weren't bleeding profusely, but the injury was enough to sting as he pressed the edge of his sleeve into it. With any luck, they wouldn't even leave a scar. Lifting his gaze to the woman again, he gave her a warm smile. "I'm just glad it didn't get you. Sorry about starling you though." The shout had seemed to jostle her more than the snake, making him feel slightly guilty.
Success is not guaranteed,
but the willingness to fight for it is.
but the willingness to fight for it is.
