Courage is not simply one of the virtues,
Zavien laughed as they walked, still wearing the cheeky grin after having stolen another bite of her ice cream. "I don't know if I'd call this 'starting.' It feels more like waiting - waiting for something new to reveal itself, to give me something new to fight for." He turned his smile to her again and shrugged his shoulders. "Either way - like you said - it's useless worrying over." It wouldn't change the past and it wouldn't change the future. Until he found that new 'something,' he'd have to do what he could where he was, and that meant living with the people assimilating into King's End, making sure they had everything they needed to be happy in their new homes.
When they stepped into the sunlit house, Zavien let Soh wander in first, lingering by the door as she took in the space. Bare wood rubbed against his back where he leaned on the frame, the breeze from the open air cooling some of sweat there. "Thanks. The Enders have been overly generous. I told them I only needed a bed and a chair, but you see how well that worked out." Chuckling, he gestured playfully with his spoon to the abundance of furniture. From a dining table to a couch and a dog dragon bed, there was more than he would have asked for, and more than he could ever thank them for.
He dipped his spoon back into his ice cream, suddenly captivated by the silver eyes daring him to argue, admiring the stubborn spirit Soh thought was necessary. It wasn't like he would have been against the idea anyways, but Zavien kind of liked seeing her so passionate after too many months of depression and seriousness. It gave her a new light and energy that had his eyes sparking. He couldn't help the smile that rose, bright as a breaking dawn welcoming however she chose to seize the day. "Oh? And what would you paint?" He had trouble imagining anything that would represent him, but he was ready to be entertained by the ideas.
When they stepped into the sunlit house, Zavien let Soh wander in first, lingering by the door as she took in the space. Bare wood rubbed against his back where he leaned on the frame, the breeze from the open air cooling some of sweat there. "Thanks. The Enders have been overly generous. I told them I only needed a bed and a chair, but you see how well that worked out." Chuckling, he gestured playfully with his spoon to the abundance of furniture. From a dining table to a couch and a dog dragon bed, there was more than he would have asked for, and more than he could ever thank them for.
He dipped his spoon back into his ice cream, suddenly captivated by the silver eyes daring him to argue, admiring the stubborn spirit Soh thought was necessary. It wasn't like he would have been against the idea anyways, but Zavien kind of liked seeing her so passionate after too many months of depression and seriousness. It gave her a new light and energy that had his eyes sparking. He couldn't help the smile that rose, bright as a breaking dawn welcoming however she chose to seize the day. "Oh? And what would you paint?" He had trouble imagining anything that would represent him, but he was ready to be entertained by the ideas.
Zavien
but the form of every virtue at the testing point.
