I take everything seriously,
Chuckling, Zavien shook his head at Lena's comment. "I enjoy casually chatting with people, not making a systematic approach to conversations for an intended purpose." 'Mingling' as a leader seemed like something he'd need to treat as a battlefield full of minefields, hoping he could make it across without offending someone and maybe finding himself in a better position than before. But it was something he would have to learn, and he might as well start when the stakes were lower.
"Well, Advisor," he whispered the word closer to her ear, conspiratorial amusement lacing his question, "who would you recommend first?" He had already spotted Deimos and Sunjata, but had yet to see Flora or Hadama. Then there was the Theocrat, Dantalion, who he'd never even met before. Zavien assumed there would be benefits to approaching someone at the Festival, but he wasn't sure what the implications or considerations should be or what choice that would ultimately leave him with.
So he let the question hang as Lena picked the spiced cider, grabbing himself a cup to sip on. It sang across his tongue with warm flavors, fighting away the chill of the night and making him hum with appreciation. "Mmm. Good choice."
"Well, Advisor," he whispered the word closer to her ear, conspiratorial amusement lacing his question, "who would you recommend first?" He had already spotted Deimos and Sunjata, but had yet to see Flora or Hadama. Then there was the Theocrat, Dantalion, who he'd never even met before. Zavien assumed there would be benefits to approaching someone at the Festival, but he wasn't sure what the implications or considerations should be or what choice that would ultimately leave him with.
So he let the question hang as Lena picked the spiced cider, grabbing himself a cup to sip on. It sang across his tongue with warm flavors, fighting away the chill of the night and making him hum with appreciation. "Mmm. Good choice."
Zavien
but I also take it lighthearted to recognize I can't control it.
