We can easily forgive a child
who is afraid of the dark
who is afraid of the dark
Zavien has never been to Aumakua, but with plans to train his cuff, he assumes that shifting sand beneath his feet wouldn't be helpful to the learning process. Luckily, the shoreline solidifies into grass - something mercifully soft for him to face-plant into this time - and the Leafchange sunlight shines down without the same vengeance as last season, the clear skies making it easy to spot Stormbreak in the distance, reminding him of all the work still to be done.
Glancing to the side, he offers Ronin a grin. "Thanks for agreeing to train with me. It's obvious I could use more, and I figured you wouldn't have a problem handling any of the punches I throw - not after you flicked me off like a raindrop." His laughter is warm and bright, no trace of embarrassment over the recent rodeo, although there does seem to be the hint of nerves in the shuffle of his feet and the shift of his eyes, like he has something else on his mind. But he doesn't say anything, as he finally stops on an open patch of grass, turning to face the demigod with another smile. "I think this spot is as good as any."
Glancing to the side, he offers Ronin a grin. "Thanks for agreeing to train with me. It's obvious I could use more, and I figured you wouldn't have a problem handling any of the punches I throw - not after you flicked me off like a raindrop." His laughter is warm and bright, no trace of embarrassment over the recent rodeo, although there does seem to be the hint of nerves in the shuffle of his feet and the shift of his eyes, like he has something else on his mind. But he doesn't say anything, as he finally stops on an open patch of grass, turning to face the demigod with another smile. "I think this spot is as good as any."
The real tragedy is men
who are afraid of the light
who are afraid of the light
Zavien
