Zavien
Zavien couldn't tell if Maea was disappointed by his response, if she really understood his reasonings or if she only said she did. Whatever the case, he'd said his piece, and she could decide to do with it what she would. however, he still added softly, "I don't think roses are the only option, but I'm not sure a large, coordinated conference is the answer either. There are plenty of small ways to make a difference." He smiled, knowing that he had done plenty without making much of a true impact on anything: a rose, quests, battles. Zavien might not have been the biggest or the strongest or the smartest or the most of anything really, but he knew that he could help in little ways, and sometimes those little ways could tip the scales in the end.
Nodding his head, he stood from the bench, his shoulders tensing at the ball of light that buzzed past his ear. Sol followed the will-o-wisp shortly after, trotting proudly forward with a glowing mushroom in his mouth. Zavien chuckled, offering Maea another polite smile. "Of course, and I wish you luck on your conference."
[FIN]
Nodding his head, he stood from the bench, his shoulders tensing at the ball of light that buzzed past his ear. Sol followed the will-o-wisp shortly after, trotting proudly forward with a glowing mushroom in his mouth. Zavien chuckled, offering Maea another polite smile. "Of course, and I wish you luck on your conference."
[FIN]
The real tragedy is men
who are afraid of the light
who are afraid of the light
