Zavien
I think all things,
in their way,
in their way,
Keeping the smile on his face, he waited for her to approach. "I am. And how are you?" Zavien would be lying if he didn't admit to being surprised by Soh's choice of weapon. His eyes drifted to the glaive and back to her, polite curiosity twinkling in his eyes. "Have you been training with the glaive for long?" Partly to make small talk, and partly to understand what he might have gotten himself into. Gods knew he'd been beaten black and blue by his share of women.
An underlying buzz laced his polite conversation, focused on the other reason for their meeting. He hadn't the slightest idea what could be so serious that they'd have to meet so secretly, but he was nothing if not a gentleman and he waited a decent amount of time before addressing the topic. "Did you want to talk first, after, or during?" He didn't know her own endurance level or if she wanted to get it off her chest to begin with. It might be distracting from the spar if they waited, and he didn't want anyone getting injured.
An underlying buzz laced his polite conversation, focused on the other reason for their meeting. He hadn't the slightest idea what could be so serious that they'd have to meet so secretly, but he was nothing if not a gentleman and he waited a decent amount of time before addressing the topic. "Did you want to talk first, after, or during?" He didn't know her own endurance level or if she wanted to get it off her chest to begin with. It might be distracting from the spar if they waited, and he didn't want anyone getting injured.
reflect heavenly truth,
the imagination not least.
the imagination not least.
