Zavien
While Sol seemed to settle into a comfortable doze full of soft snores, Zavien set aside his shovel to admire Lena's work. Crouching down, he gave her a playful wink. "No one you wouldn't approve of." Because even those who might be considered 'distasteful' were more than their professions or external prickliness.
He did a brief sweep of their surroundings before answering her question. His mood was a little more serious, but he tried not to dampen the atmosphere too much. "Absolutely. I've been meaning to, but with recent events, it feels like he's been finding distractions and it's been hard to catch him to schedule something. We definitely have a lot to discuss though." His eyes tried to portray what he didn't feel comfortable saying aloud: cured infected, information on the family, and eventual political propositions. There was almost too much that he still needed to tell her, and he'd been itching to do so. If Koa wasn't free soon, he'd end up just spilling everything. Chuckling, he suggested, "Maybe we should just drag him out of bed. Or training." If there was something Koa rarely missed, it was training.
Standing, he accepted the seeds, smiling warmly. "I'll try to keep it contained." Although he wouldn't mind having a constant, overwhelming reminder of their first (official) meeting by having the plant take over the entire plant box. He'd certainly come to like the plant and all the memories he was beginning to weave with the simple association.
He did a brief sweep of their surroundings before answering her question. His mood was a little more serious, but he tried not to dampen the atmosphere too much. "Absolutely. I've been meaning to, but with recent events, it feels like he's been finding distractions and it's been hard to catch him to schedule something. We definitely have a lot to discuss though." His eyes tried to portray what he didn't feel comfortable saying aloud: cured infected, information on the family, and eventual political propositions. There was almost too much that he still needed to tell her, and he'd been itching to do so. If Koa wasn't free soon, he'd end up just spilling everything. Chuckling, he suggested, "Maybe we should just drag him out of bed. Or training." If there was something Koa rarely missed, it was training.
Standing, he accepted the seeds, smiling warmly. "I'll try to keep it contained." Although he wouldn't mind having a constant, overwhelming reminder of their first (official) meeting by having the plant take over the entire plant box. He'd certainly come to like the plant and all the memories he was beginning to weave with the simple association.
Tis better to have loved and lost,
than never to have loved at all.
than never to have loved at all.
