Zavien
There didn't seem to be any room for arguing with the woman, and Zavien had to smile at the genuine warmth she seemed to exude. His trusting nature made it easy to follow her into the tent. Chuckling, he shrugged his shoulders at her insistence. "I guess it'd be stupid to say no." Lena would certainly scold him for returning with an injury if there had been a kind soul willing to heal it. With that in mind, he took a seat, offering out his injured hand. Smiling politely, he added, "I'm Zavien, by the way."
The tent had been advertising fortune telling, so the tarot cards spread across the table before him weren't a surprise, even as they drew his attention. "Are cards your medium of choice?" He'd never had his fortune told, but it intrigued him. Zavien hadn't any idea what the future held, and he often found that exciting, the optimist in him astounded by the unlimited possibilities. Would he want to know, if given the choice?
The tent had been advertising fortune telling, so the tarot cards spread across the table before him weren't a surprise, even as they drew his attention. "Are cards your medium of choice?" He'd never had his fortune told, but it intrigued him. Zavien hadn't any idea what the future held, and he often found that exciting, the optimist in him astounded by the unlimited possibilities. Would he want to know, if given the choice?
Success is not guaranteed,
but the willingness to fight for it is.
but the willingness to fight for it is.
