Zavien
The Risen Sun
Grinning, his head dips and bobs in a humorous agreement of time's consistent ability to be inconsistent. It doesn't bother him too much, certain the task will be done eventually, although wishing it was a little easier to give people an answer on when. All he can count on is having Flora's soldiers there to support them along the way - and apparently the Queen herself.
Zavien tilts his head, amused by the idea of bypassing some of the headaches with a simple channeling. "Hm. That doesn't sound like a bad idea. It would certainly save everyone a little work." He smiles, not a fan of taking the 'easy' way but finding that there's plenty of work still to be done after. Shrugging his shoulders, he gladly embraces all suggestions, more than ready to get the Tower up and running. "Either way, we appreciate your help and that of your soldiers."
But then they're getting to the non-boring stuff, his staff whirling through the air to point at the Queen. Flora's exaggerated acceptance has him laughing, taking the praise with a nonchalance that belies years of practice that have dulled his pride in simple muscle memory, even as his eyes glitter from the polite flattery. It doesn't stop him from moving straight into the drill, watching her swipe at Spice with a sweeping swing.
"A little wider grip and an offset stance might help. Then you can easily twist into another strike." Letting her see the middle and lower staff placement of his hands, Zavien places one foot forward as he moves to attack Sol's similarly bobbing figure. His staff curves through the air, the dragon dodging easily before the wood twists in a sudden change of direction when he steps again, guiding the weapon in a fluid motion that nearly clips at a membranous gold wing.
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Zavien tilts his head, amused by the idea of bypassing some of the headaches with a simple channeling. "Hm. That doesn't sound like a bad idea. It would certainly save everyone a little work." He smiles, not a fan of taking the 'easy' way but finding that there's plenty of work still to be done after. Shrugging his shoulders, he gladly embraces all suggestions, more than ready to get the Tower up and running. "Either way, we appreciate your help and that of your soldiers."
But then they're getting to the non-boring stuff, his staff whirling through the air to point at the Queen. Flora's exaggerated acceptance has him laughing, taking the praise with a nonchalance that belies years of practice that have dulled his pride in simple muscle memory, even as his eyes glitter from the polite flattery. It doesn't stop him from moving straight into the drill, watching her swipe at Spice with a sweeping swing.
"A little wider grip and an offset stance might help. Then you can easily twist into another strike." Letting her see the middle and lower staff placement of his hands, Zavien places one foot forward as he moves to attack Sol's similarly bobbing figure. His staff curves through the air, the dragon dodging easily before the wood twists in a sudden change of direction when he steps again, guiding the weapon in a fluid motion that nearly clips at a membranous gold wing.
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Lead with light, even in shadow
