Zavien
Unintentionally parroting and mirroring her, Zavien raises an eyebrow, a small laugh of disbelief on his lips. "Really? You mean to tell me you didn't think of Koa or Anju or Lena or anyone else first?" Sure, Safrin had bothered to find him worthy, but he'd figured a goddess's view didn't mean regular people would notice what she did, let alone agree with her. He felt passionate enough to believe he would be able to put the people first, not that he was the most capable or obvious choice.
Flora's criticism is met with a quiet grace, a soft blush across the bashful curve of his lips. "I suppose you're right, but I'd hope my actions speak louder than any lack of confidence." Although he'll certainly take her words to heart, imbuing some responsibility alongside his spine to keep the doubts from diminishing his posture. He can't let Stormbreak down, especially not by his own thoughts and actions. Still, he shrugs his shoulders, adding smartly, "It doesn't change the fact that I haven't done anything to deserve it - yet." An important distinction that he thinks relevant, even if the smirk says he knows it's semantics.
Rising from his bow, he lets out another laugh, somehow not surprised to hear of her previous style for leadership meetings. He has no desire to start shopping or getting his toes done, but the idea of having real, serious conversations makes him want to die a little on the inside, so he waves a hand in dismissal. "Oh no. Don't change on my account. I'm not much of a wine drinker, but I'm sure we can discuss politics in another friendly sparring match." His smile is all warmth and anticipation, a ray of sunlight creeping across the floor.
Flora's criticism is met with a quiet grace, a soft blush across the bashful curve of his lips. "I suppose you're right, but I'd hope my actions speak louder than any lack of confidence." Although he'll certainly take her words to heart, imbuing some responsibility alongside his spine to keep the doubts from diminishing his posture. He can't let Stormbreak down, especially not by his own thoughts and actions. Still, he shrugs his shoulders, adding smartly, "It doesn't change the fact that I haven't done anything to deserve it - yet." An important distinction that he thinks relevant, even if the smirk says he knows it's semantics.
Rising from his bow, he lets out another laugh, somehow not surprised to hear of her previous style for leadership meetings. He has no desire to start shopping or getting his toes done, but the idea of having real, serious conversations makes him want to die a little on the inside, so he waves a hand in dismissal. "Oh no. Don't change on my account. I'm not much of a wine drinker, but I'm sure we can discuss politics in another friendly sparring match." His smile is all warmth and anticipation, a ray of sunlight creeping across the floor.
Keep your face to the sunshine,
And you cannot see a shadow.
And you cannot see a shadow.
