Zavien
A blush spread across his cheeks and Zavien straightened to run a hand through his hair. The title still felt a little embarrassing, but pride also swelled his chest, the honour giving him just a little more confidence in the grand scheme of things.
Shaking his head, Zavien shuffled his feet, not sure he could really speak on Soh and her decision, but doing his best with a shrug of his shoulders. "I'm not really sure. I think too much has changed. She took the position when no one else wanted to, when the city was whole and at peace, but a lot has happened - she's been through a lot - and now she's not sure if it's what she wants." He looked to Lena, green eyes narrowed in concentration as he recalled their conversation. "At first, she was really conflicted about what's best for Stormbreak versus what she needs, but when I offered to lead..." a smile appeared like sunlight over the horizon, "it was like she'd been freed. There was hope in her eyes, Lena." It was what he wanted for everyone in Stormbreak.
Her question gave him pause, something hed asked himself multiple times in the last few hours. "I... never really thought about it until Safrin said something. Even then, I thought she was crazy." He laughed, shrugging his broad shoulders again. "I'm still not sure I want to lead, but I want the city to thrive. I've lived here all my life. I know and care about the people. I know what it's like to be pushed from your home. And I love that I get the chance to make them feel happy and safe again." There was a confidence in his stance, a resolution in how his spine straightened to accommodate the increasing load.
Zavien gave her a small smile, a little more settled in his decision. "If that means I should take the job, that's what I'm going to do. I'll just have to learn the other stuff along the way." Like politics and paperwork.
Considering it all, he angled his head to rearrange the thoughts, raising an eyebrow when he asked, "Does that make me crazy?"
Shaking his head, Zavien shuffled his feet, not sure he could really speak on Soh and her decision, but doing his best with a shrug of his shoulders. "I'm not really sure. I think too much has changed. She took the position when no one else wanted to, when the city was whole and at peace, but a lot has happened - she's been through a lot - and now she's not sure if it's what she wants." He looked to Lena, green eyes narrowed in concentration as he recalled their conversation. "At first, she was really conflicted about what's best for Stormbreak versus what she needs, but when I offered to lead..." a smile appeared like sunlight over the horizon, "it was like she'd been freed. There was hope in her eyes, Lena." It was what he wanted for everyone in Stormbreak.
Her question gave him pause, something hed asked himself multiple times in the last few hours. "I... never really thought about it until Safrin said something. Even then, I thought she was crazy." He laughed, shrugging his broad shoulders again. "I'm still not sure I want to lead, but I want the city to thrive. I've lived here all my life. I know and care about the people. I know what it's like to be pushed from your home. And I love that I get the chance to make them feel happy and safe again." There was a confidence in his stance, a resolution in how his spine straightened to accommodate the increasing load.
Zavien gave her a small smile, a little more settled in his decision. "If that means I should take the job, that's what I'm going to do. I'll just have to learn the other stuff along the way." Like politics and paperwork.
Considering it all, he angled his head to rearrange the thoughts, raising an eyebrow when he asked, "Does that make me crazy?"
That’s How We’re Gonna Win.
Not Fighting What We Hate,
Saving What We Love.
Not Fighting What We Hate,
Saving What We Love.
