Where there's life there's hope.
Eyes searching for lilies along the water, he only noticed Maea in his periphery, suddenly turning to glance at her. Although they'd met multiple times since their uncomfortable run-ins in the Greatwood, he still found himself wondering if she might be in one of those moods he'd found her in. The lack of fire was a good sign, although he wasn't familiar enough with Ancients to know if he was missing any other obvious indicators of what her emotional state currently was. Deciding it was better to err on the side of caution, Zavien made his approach obvious and nonthreatening. He made sure he was well within view, not bothering to lighten the soft slap of his bare feet on the wet stone but making sure to offer a polite smile and small wave. "Hi Maea. I hope I'm not interrupting." Trying not to let his eyes linger anywhere inappropriate on her thin, damp clothing, he took in the stance she held like a seasoned soldier. "I don't think I've seen those forms before. Are they for fighting?"
Zavien
