Courage is not simply one of the virtues,
Laughter bursts freely from him, starting from his gut and bubbling out without anything to stop it. "They can be!" And although he hasn't seen her jaguar shift, the wink tells him all he needs to know, intrigue clear in how his eyes run down her - as if he might see the feline form hiding beneath the scarred skin.
Happy to lead her to his place so she can see the progress they've made so far, Zavien instinctively adjusts his stride to accommodate her shorter stature, keeping his attention divided between her, the road, and the orange ice cream he's only taken a single bite of. He can't explain why his gaze lingers when her silver eyes flutter closed, or why the hum seems to travel between them and settle along his skin, but he meets her smile with his own, offering out his cup without hesitation. "Try mine."
Tilting his head, there's no filter to hold back the words that come to mind when she mentions her host. "Oh. I had a disagreement with Flora awhile back. It's the main reason I didn't consider Torchline when Stormbreak fell." Zavien shrugs his shoulders; he seems unbothered now that Flora's forgiven his part in the argument, reaching to take a bite of his ice cream when he adds, "I think we're good now, but I'm sure it'd be nice to have your own place!" No risk of awkwardness or strained relations, especially if people want to visit her.
"What kind of place would you get?" It seems like a simple question, and yet the world seems to open up at the possibilities. They didn't have responsibilities or others to consider anymore. She could go and do and live how she wanted, from the clothes she wore to the place she lived, the only limitation was her willingness to grasp the opportunities in front of her.
Happy to lead her to his place so she can see the progress they've made so far, Zavien instinctively adjusts his stride to accommodate her shorter stature, keeping his attention divided between her, the road, and the orange ice cream he's only taken a single bite of. He can't explain why his gaze lingers when her silver eyes flutter closed, or why the hum seems to travel between them and settle along his skin, but he meets her smile with his own, offering out his cup without hesitation. "Try mine."
Tilting his head, there's no filter to hold back the words that come to mind when she mentions her host. "Oh. I had a disagreement with Flora awhile back. It's the main reason I didn't consider Torchline when Stormbreak fell." Zavien shrugs his shoulders; he seems unbothered now that Flora's forgiven his part in the argument, reaching to take a bite of his ice cream when he adds, "I think we're good now, but I'm sure it'd be nice to have your own place!" No risk of awkwardness or strained relations, especially if people want to visit her.
"What kind of place would you get?" It seems like a simple question, and yet the world seems to open up at the possibilities. They didn't have responsibilities or others to consider anymore. She could go and do and live how she wanted, from the clothes she wore to the place she lived, the only limitation was her willingness to grasp the opportunities in front of her.
Zavien
but the form of every virtue at the testing point.
