Smiles are contagious.
Despite his connection with Deimos, Zavien hadn't been inside the Shields' training grounds before. As he stepped inside, his eyes took in the similarities to the Dragoons' own facilities. They weren't much different, men of all skills and abilities sparring and learning from each other. There were certainly more magic users amongst them - and fewer dragons - but they still trained with the same weapons and targets, things all soldiers should know how to use. However, the Dragoon didn't approach any of them, knowing that his quest required something different of him.
Sol flew to the top of the wall to keep watch, his glittering gold scales catching the sunlight and more than a few eyes while Zavien searched for someone who might be willing to work with him. Quite a few others were paired off or training in groups, but a single man stood in the middle of a mat, stoic and unmovable. In many ways, he reminded him of Deimos, a seasoned soldier with a weathered look that suggested few would stand a chance against him. Perhaps that's why Zavien approached him, always eager to challenge himself and learn from those more experienced than he.
"I hope you don't mind if I join you." He shifted to the edge of the mat, removing his sword from his waist as he rolled up his sleeves. His smile was warm and friendly like a comrade in arms, reaching out a hand in greeting. "I'm Zavien. I'm just visiting, but was hoping to get some sparring in, specifically focused on trying to keep some distance. Would that be something you're interested in?"
Sol flew to the top of the wall to keep watch, his glittering gold scales catching the sunlight and more than a few eyes while Zavien searched for someone who might be willing to work with him. Quite a few others were paired off or training in groups, but a single man stood in the middle of a mat, stoic and unmovable. In many ways, he reminded him of Deimos, a seasoned soldier with a weathered look that suggested few would stand a chance against him. Perhaps that's why Zavien approached him, always eager to challenge himself and learn from those more experienced than he.
"I hope you don't mind if I join you." He shifted to the edge of the mat, removing his sword from his waist as he rolled up his sleeves. His smile was warm and friendly like a comrade in arms, reaching out a hand in greeting. "I'm Zavien. I'm just visiting, but was hoping to get some sparring in, specifically focused on trying to keep some distance. Would that be something you're interested in?"
Zavien
