Danger gleams like sunshine
He appreciates that Safrin doesn't blaze through his grief with brilliance and blinding light, but comes alongside him with the gentle brush of night and shimmering sympathy. His head dips, weighed by the loss-dense emotions that ache in his chest, allowing a moment to feel them in their entirety. "Thank you. I just wish I could have done more..." A whisper of regret that he'd been out gallivanting with Lena, that he hadn't been there to assist in the evacuation, that he'd been miles away - powerless to help. It's something he couldn't change, and he has to put the reality of it behind him so that he could focus on what he can do, now.
Unwilling to contradict a goddess's words, Zavien nods his head, letting the sentiment wrap around his chest to fuel the hope and determination that resides there - the dream he holds of returning home. He doesn't let the thoughts of 'what if' or 'how' intrude on the emotion, the sun and starlight combined shining too bright for such doubts. Especially as her starlight wraps through the leather, dipping into the spaces of the embossed scales to give it life and magic that he prays might help him against the threat on his home. Softly - gratefully - he smiles at her. "Thank you."
For a moment, he lets the hope and light reign, filling him, but Zavien doesn't let it blind him to the struggles that await. Glancing away, he runs a hand through his hair. "I don't know what path the Dragoons will take... but I know it won't be easy - it won't be safe." When he turns back to Safrin, it's with the firm determination of sunlight through the darkest depths of the ocean, reaching and unwilling to dim. "I expect we'll need your help if we're to stand a chance, and I hope you'll be willing to assist us when the time comes." Zavien dips his head low, a hand to his chest like a knight asking for permission before heading to battle - or an Accepted asking for her blessing to Channel when the crucial moment arrives.
Unwilling to contradict a goddess's words, Zavien nods his head, letting the sentiment wrap around his chest to fuel the hope and determination that resides there - the dream he holds of returning home. He doesn't let the thoughts of 'what if' or 'how' intrude on the emotion, the sun and starlight combined shining too bright for such doubts. Especially as her starlight wraps through the leather, dipping into the spaces of the embossed scales to give it life and magic that he prays might help him against the threat on his home. Softly - gratefully - he smiles at her. "Thank you."
For a moment, he lets the hope and light reign, filling him, but Zavien doesn't let it blind him to the struggles that await. Glancing away, he runs a hand through his hair. "I don't know what path the Dragoons will take... but I know it won't be easy - it won't be safe." When he turns back to Safrin, it's with the firm determination of sunlight through the darkest depths of the ocean, reaching and unwilling to dim. "I expect we'll need your help if we're to stand a chance, and I hope you'll be willing to assist us when the time comes." Zavien dips his head low, a hand to his chest like a knight asking for permission before heading to battle - or an Accepted asking for her blessing to Channel when the crucial moment arrives.
Zavien
to a brave man's eyes.
