Life can be tough, there's no doubt,
But hope is the thing we can't do without.
But hope is the thing we can't do without.
Her arrivals are becoming more familiar, a shifting of the sunlight that feels like it fractures into thousands of brilliant tiny pieces, each one bending to her will just as he bends his head. Regardless, he always finds himself humbled by her presence, pleased by the approval of his offerings and the warmth in her tone. It never ceases to baffle him to be in a deity's presence. It's why he can speak with full honestly when he says, "And yet it's still not enough." Not enough to show his appreciation, not enough to compare to Safrin, and not enough to deter him from bringing more next time.
Zavien accepts the caress of her hand like a soldier might the tap of a blade against his shoulder, his breath catching and his spine straightening like he might offend her if his heart beat the wrong way or like he might blemish his honor by breaking her gaze. He can't think of what else to say when she offers her praise, so all that comes from his lips is a soft "Thank you" that barely shifts his jaw against her touch.
When her hand drops to the cuff, Zavien still doesn't take a full breath, listening as she gives her instructions, the starlight - her starlight - pulsing against the leather. He nods his head, waiting patiently for her to finish before speaking. "I can do that. Thank you."
It's only once all traces of the goddess have faded from the shrine that the Dragoon rises to his feet, offering another respectful dip of his head before departing to find Sol still skipping through the flowers.
[FIN]
Zavien accepts the caress of her hand like a soldier might the tap of a blade against his shoulder, his breath catching and his spine straightening like he might offend her if his heart beat the wrong way or like he might blemish his honor by breaking her gaze. He can't think of what else to say when she offers her praise, so all that comes from his lips is a soft "Thank you" that barely shifts his jaw against her touch.
When her hand drops to the cuff, Zavien still doesn't take a full breath, listening as she gives her instructions, the starlight - her starlight - pulsing against the leather. He nods his head, waiting patiently for her to finish before speaking. "I can do that. Thank you."
It's only once all traces of the goddess have faded from the shrine that the Dragoon rises to his feet, offering another respectful dip of his head before departing to find Sol still skipping through the flowers.
[FIN]
Zavien
Right things with joy will come about...
In good time.
In good time.
