Zavien
Fear is pain arising from the anticipation of evil.
"Whoa!"
Zavien nearly tripped over the last step, and Sol, and his own feet, as Alys appeared out of nowhere. He managed not to fall on his face, but he looked appropriately surprised, stumbling forward to find his footing again. Sol gave a small chirp as he dodged out from under, trotting forward to greet the seer and her companion.
The shock immediately transformed into laughter, bright and warm. "Geez, Alys. I didn't see you. Where did you come from?" Straightening, he ran a hand through his hair and looked around like there might be some secret passageway that she'd slipped out of. It only then hit him that there was a much simpler explanation, one that he'd seen in action on the battlefield: illusions.
His eyes widened, an impressed grin on his face. "Wait. Were you doing that with your magic? That's so cool."
Zavien nearly tripped over the last step, and Sol, and his own feet, as Alys appeared out of nowhere. He managed not to fall on his face, but he looked appropriately surprised, stumbling forward to find his footing again. Sol gave a small chirp as he dodged out from under, trotting forward to greet the seer and her companion.
The shock immediately transformed into laughter, bright and warm. "Geez, Alys. I didn't see you. Where did you come from?" Straightening, he ran a hand through his hair and looked around like there might be some secret passageway that she'd slipped out of. It only then hit him that there was a much simpler explanation, one that he'd seen in action on the battlefield: illusions.
His eyes widened, an impressed grin on his face. "Wait. Were you doing that with your magic? That's so cool."
