Zavien
Her voice reached him first, and Zavien turned to find Lena in her natural habitat amongst the foliage of the Celestine. It made him smile as he returned the wave, meeting her halfway as he made sure to avoid stepping on any of the carefully curated herbs. He was looking down when she kissed his cheek, and he couldn't help the stupid grin that spread across his face, a soft laugh escaping. "Perfect. I can't wait to see." There were so many places in the garden that he had yet to visit.
The question was so simple, and simultaneously the most complicated to answer. In all honestly? Things could be better, but they could also be worse, and Zavien would much prefer to focus on the positives right now. He gave Lena a bright smile, tightening his grip on her arm. "I can't complain when I get to have a picnic with the prettiest woman in Caido." When he looked down at her, his green eyes were less shadowed than before, although worry had begun to replace the other anxieties that creased their edges.
Letting Lena lead the way, he shifted the basket on his arm. "How are things here?" He'd spent most of his free time training or helping her, but he still liked to ask, curious if anything new had changed - he also liked having an excuse to hear her talk.
The question was so simple, and simultaneously the most complicated to answer. In all honestly? Things could be better, but they could also be worse, and Zavien would much prefer to focus on the positives right now. He gave Lena a bright smile, tightening his grip on her arm. "I can't complain when I get to have a picnic with the prettiest woman in Caido." When he looked down at her, his green eyes were less shadowed than before, although worry had begun to replace the other anxieties that creased their edges.
Letting Lena lead the way, he shifted the basket on his arm. "How are things here?" He'd spent most of his free time training or helping her, but he still liked to ask, curious if anything new had changed - he also liked having an excuse to hear her talk.
The real tragedy is men
who are afraid of the light
who are afraid of the light
