It was the glitter of gold that caught emerald eyes first, and Hadama tilted his head in recognition as the small - but fierce! - dragon winged past. It was only a few moments later that he heard his name and turned to see a familiar - and welcome - face approaching. His eyes were already warm as he inclined his head to the newcomer in greeting. "Zavien. It is good to see you and Sol together again."
But then the Dragoon was making an offering and the Tidebreaker's brows rose slightly in curiosity. His interest only grew as the caveats and self-deprecations accompanied the search through the travel bag. They rose higher at the mention of Deimos, but then Zavien was rising with his hands full of crimson and green and gold. Hadama's breath caught in his throat as he looked down at the precious miracle that was so freely given, and started to reach out to touch a petal before pausing, his fingers still a few inches away.
And then he withdrew his hand. And bowed deeply to the Dragoon, honoring not merely his gift, but his selflessness in offering it to another.
"There are no thanks great enough. If there is something in my power to give... if you ever need to Channel me... you need only ask." He straightened then and reached out to gather the Rose reverently into his hands, drawing in its divine scent and finding strength in it. He finally tore his eyes away from the flower to look at Zavien, solemn in the gravity of the moment. "It will be used to help all of Caido. This I promise you." Not for a single person or region, but for them all. As Zavien likely knew from Deimos.
But then the Dragoon was making an offering and the Tidebreaker's brows rose slightly in curiosity. His interest only grew as the caveats and self-deprecations accompanied the search through the travel bag. They rose higher at the mention of Deimos, but then Zavien was rising with his hands full of crimson and green and gold. Hadama's breath caught in his throat as he looked down at the precious miracle that was so freely given, and started to reach out to touch a petal before pausing, his fingers still a few inches away.
And then he withdrew his hand. And bowed deeply to the Dragoon, honoring not merely his gift, but his selflessness in offering it to another.
"There are no thanks great enough. If there is something in my power to give... if you ever need to Channel me... you need only ask." He straightened then and reached out to gather the Rose reverently into his hands, drawing in its divine scent and finding strength in it. He finally tore his eyes away from the flower to look at Zavien, solemn in the gravity of the moment. "It will be used to help all of Caido. This I promise you." Not for a single person or region, but for them all. As Zavien likely knew from Deimos.
