Zavien
I'm going to change the world,
Zavien's about as excited to be at this party as he was to be at the carnival in Stormbreak - and that thought alone makes his jaw clench, remembering that he can't go home. Just last week, he'd been shopping in the square, sparring with comrades, and tending to the Celestine with Lena - and now they find themselves cruelly exiled, forced to rely on the kindness of others for protection. He gives Sunjata a grateful nod as he and Lena pass towards the procession of food, feeling indebted to him in more than one way now, and hoping he'd eventually be able to repay some of it.
For now, he leads Lena into the midst of people, cautious as he holds her hand tight and scans the party. Not wanting to give away that anything's amiss (more than he knows) and since they're not blatant weapons, he only wears his ring and bracelet, noticing with relief that the ring isn't warming near most of the other guests. Unfortunately, his sword would draw too much suspicion and he's forced to leave it tucked along the side of a chair with their bags, ready just in case things go down. Plus, it didn't really go with the green swim trunks or the lack of shirt - which incidentally puts his gnarly scar on display for all to see.
His eyes find Flora's in the crowd of attendees, but he doesn't make any obvious signals, only a silent acknowledgement of his presence in the weight of his gaze before he lets it drift away to other attendants. Deimos,Hadama, Hawthorn, and Kaisel are just a few he recognizes other than their 'gracious host,' but he only offers each a polite smile before turning to Lena, trying to be casual as he asks, "Are you hungry? Do you want something to eat?"
For now, he leads Lena into the midst of people, cautious as he holds her hand tight and scans the party. Not wanting to give away that anything's amiss (more than he knows) and since they're not blatant weapons, he only wears his ring and bracelet, noticing with relief that the ring isn't warming near most of the other guests. Unfortunately, his sword would draw too much suspicion and he's forced to leave it tucked along the side of a chair with their bags, ready just in case things go down. Plus, it didn't really go with the green swim trunks or the lack of shirt - which incidentally puts his gnarly scar on display for all to see.
His eyes find Flora's in the crowd of attendees, but he doesn't make any obvious signals, only a silent acknowledgement of his presence in the weight of his gaze before he lets it drift away to other attendants. Deimos,
but today I'll just be a mermaid.
