Zavien
The Warden's own dislike of the task wasn't surprising, and Zavien considered the question. It wasn't really that he wanted to, yet he thought it might be an opportunity if nothing else. Running a nervous hand through his hair, he accepted the paper and charcoal with a low chuckle. "I guess, but you can't judge whatever you read." Either the poetry skill or writing ability, he knew it wouldn't be anything worthy of praise. Lena might be working to help him with the reading part, but that didn't really translate in the other direction. He also wasn't the most 'creative' of individuals and he shrugged a shoulder as he wrote the first thing that came to mind:
Zavien offered the paper back to Deimos, the writing near-illegible and the letters improperly spaced and lined, making it look like he'd been on a horse while writing it, or in the dark, or blindfolded. Feeling the anxiety rising in his chest, Sol leaned against his leg, immediately alert. Meanwhile, the Dragoon tried to give the Warden a small smile to dismiss any suspicion that something might happen.
Life was so simqle
Vauqs, you complekated things
Please, leeve us ulone
Vauqs, you complekated things
Please, leeve us ulone
Zavien offered the paper back to Deimos, the writing near-illegible and the letters improperly spaced and lined, making it look like he'd been on a horse while writing it, or in the dark, or blindfolded. Feeling the anxiety rising in his chest, Sol leaned against his leg, immediately alert. Meanwhile, the Dragoon tried to give the Warden a small smile to dismiss any suspicion that something might happen.
Be like a solid tower
whose brave height remains unmoved by all the winds that blow.
whose brave height remains unmoved by all the winds that blow.
