Zavien
Never regret anything that made you smile
Zavien listened closely, making his way outside for Sol to trot along beside him. The companion looked to Alys, intrigued by her flood of words that seemed to make the Dragoon smile. Chuckling, he shook his head at her offer. "As much as I'd love to, books aren't really my thing." When the letters twisted and swam before his eyes, he didn't feel inclined to spend his time trying to pin them down only to spend hours deciphering the simplest of sentences. He'd leave the words to Lena and other more intelligent people, keeping to his swords and battle strategies.
Taking another sip of his coffee, he mulled over her many words. "So, are they a form of magic then? Or a way to communicate?" If they were easier to read than words, he might be persuaded to learn more about them. Perhaps Lena was interested in learning a secret way to pass notes. He placed a hand over her gift again, not hiding the smile spreading across his face as he thought of her.
Taking another sip of his coffee, he mulled over her many words. "So, are they a form of magic then? Or a way to communicate?" If they were easier to read than words, he might be persuaded to learn more about them. Perhaps Lena was interested in learning a secret way to pass notes. He placed a hand over her gift again, not hiding the smile spreading across his face as he thought of her.
