Deeds will not be less valiant
because they are unpraised.
because they are unpraised.
His head moved to glance where Sol had wandered a little bit away, not far - never that far again - but enough for Zavien to notice. The golden dragon licked his lips to clear the meat from his teeth, glancing around slowly. There was a sense of caution down the bond, mixing with the more innocent curiosity surrounding something that had caught his attention. His tail wagged playfully, and the Dragoon left his companion to entertain himself with whatever it was, although he kept a mental finger on the bond, ready to react if something changed.
Zavien turned back to the stand as the flap rustled, Trish shoving it aside with the ease of someone who no longer saw the obstacle after passing it so many times. She had a few things in her hands, and she placed them along the table to show him, a teasing smile still on her lips as she set the last piece down. He ignored everything else as his eyes drew to the bag. His gaze scanned the utilization with the eyes of a strategic soldier, practical and analytical.
It was large enough for a couple books or a bundle of medical supplies, small pockets and pouches sewn inside and out for different herbs or writing utensils. The leather was unsurprisingly thick but soft, prepared to last longer than any cloth; however, the beauty wasn't compromised by the material. Small swirling floral patterns were burned into the satchel, delicate and near realistic in their rendering, Trish having somehow achieved shading with the intensity of the fire. Zavien ran his finger along the petals of some flower he'd never be able to name, a sunshine smile on his lips. "It's perfect." It was almost a whisper, weightless with thoughts of Lena.
Placing her hands on her hips, the leathersmith looked more pleased with his expression than the praise of her work. "It's yours for the small price of a name." Her grin turned crooked, knowing. "Who's the lucky girl that finally got you thinking about something other than fighting?" Zavien laughed, more than willing to pay that price if it would save him some money, and more than willing to talk about his girlfriend.
His head gestured to where he knew the gardens sat in the distance. "Her name's Lena. She the Caretaker of the Celestine." Recognition passed on Trish's face, but she just grinned a little bigger, listening as he continued. "She's incredible. Kind, brave, smart." He nodded, a light blush on his cheeks that brightened his stupid grin. "I think you'll like her." Trish reached out to clap him on the shoulder, her grip as strong as any soldier as she let out a coarse laugh. "I'm sure I will."
Unlike everyone else, she didn't choose to tease or linger on the topic, letting it pass as she turned back to the other pieces she'd retrieved. "Now, here are the other items. Any catch your eye?" Zavien finally looked away from the beautiful satchel, noticing the bracelets that she'd laid out. One in particular stood out for the scaled embossing on the thin strap of leather. He didn't even hesitate before pointing. "That one."
Trish laughed again, reaching forward to grab the bracelet. "How did I know you'd pick this one?" He shrugged his shoulders, unable to help the grin that answered, the one that knew he was terribly predictable.
Zavien turned back to the stand as the flap rustled, Trish shoving it aside with the ease of someone who no longer saw the obstacle after passing it so many times. She had a few things in her hands, and she placed them along the table to show him, a teasing smile still on her lips as she set the last piece down. He ignored everything else as his eyes drew to the bag. His gaze scanned the utilization with the eyes of a strategic soldier, practical and analytical.
It was large enough for a couple books or a bundle of medical supplies, small pockets and pouches sewn inside and out for different herbs or writing utensils. The leather was unsurprisingly thick but soft, prepared to last longer than any cloth; however, the beauty wasn't compromised by the material. Small swirling floral patterns were burned into the satchel, delicate and near realistic in their rendering, Trish having somehow achieved shading with the intensity of the fire. Zavien ran his finger along the petals of some flower he'd never be able to name, a sunshine smile on his lips. "It's perfect." It was almost a whisper, weightless with thoughts of Lena.
Placing her hands on her hips, the leathersmith looked more pleased with his expression than the praise of her work. "It's yours for the small price of a name." Her grin turned crooked, knowing. "Who's the lucky girl that finally got you thinking about something other than fighting?" Zavien laughed, more than willing to pay that price if it would save him some money, and more than willing to talk about his girlfriend.
His head gestured to where he knew the gardens sat in the distance. "Her name's Lena. She the Caretaker of the Celestine." Recognition passed on Trish's face, but she just grinned a little bigger, listening as he continued. "She's incredible. Kind, brave, smart." He nodded, a light blush on his cheeks that brightened his stupid grin. "I think you'll like her." Trish reached out to clap him on the shoulder, her grip as strong as any soldier as she let out a coarse laugh. "I'm sure I will."
Unlike everyone else, she didn't choose to tease or linger on the topic, letting it pass as she turned back to the other pieces she'd retrieved. "Now, here are the other items. Any catch your eye?" Zavien finally looked away from the beautiful satchel, noticing the bracelets that she'd laid out. One in particular stood out for the scaled embossing on the thin strap of leather. He didn't even hesitate before pointing. "That one."
Trish laughed again, reaching forward to grab the bracelet. "How did I know you'd pick this one?" He shrugged his shoulders, unable to help the grin that answered, the one that knew he was terribly predictable.
Zavien
