Courage is not simply one of the virtues,
His eyebrow raised, sweeping his gaze across the collection of items donated to him. "I wouldn't have accepted it otherwise," he said, smirking when his gaze landed back on her. If people had been less forthcoming with the others, Zavien hadn't heard of it. If he had, there would be nothing in this house besides dust and sunlight. Special treatment wasn't something he tolerated. Not when he'd been Commander, and not now. His people came first - always.
But the Enders had been kind, doing and giving whatever they could to make the Breakers feel welcomed. Furniture was only the beginning of their generosity, and Zavien smiled as he recalled those first few days, the community banding together in a swarm of movement and unending kindness. Reminiscing, he nodded his head. "It was nice to see everyone working together to help each other." Although he'd rarely doubted the goodness of people, it'd been one less stressor for him when their world was falling apart.
His eyes dropped to her lips where the spoon tapped, darting back up while she threw out various musings. Not being much of an artist himself - or an admirer of the arts for that matter - Zavien's imagination was quite limited despite her enthusiasm. Sol was easy enough to picture, but the landscape in his mind resembled that of a three-year-old's crayon drawing, the sun looking like a big yellow circle with lines wiggling into the blue sky.
Still, his smile widened, enjoying how much she beamed with purpose. "That sounds wonderful - although Sol will be very disappointed to hear he's not your subject." The dragon would get over it with enough treats, and perhaps a promise to be painted later, but Zavien wouldn't tell Soh that.
Pushing off from the wood to step closer, his eyes roamed the empty walls, seeing them in a new light. "Where do you think it should go?" There was a playful deference in his tone. After all, she seemed to be the one in charge right now. He wouldn't dare get in the way of her vision.
But the Enders had been kind, doing and giving whatever they could to make the Breakers feel welcomed. Furniture was only the beginning of their generosity, and Zavien smiled as he recalled those first few days, the community banding together in a swarm of movement and unending kindness. Reminiscing, he nodded his head. "It was nice to see everyone working together to help each other." Although he'd rarely doubted the goodness of people, it'd been one less stressor for him when their world was falling apart.
His eyes dropped to her lips where the spoon tapped, darting back up while she threw out various musings. Not being much of an artist himself - or an admirer of the arts for that matter - Zavien's imagination was quite limited despite her enthusiasm. Sol was easy enough to picture, but the landscape in his mind resembled that of a three-year-old's crayon drawing, the sun looking like a big yellow circle with lines wiggling into the blue sky.
Still, his smile widened, enjoying how much she beamed with purpose. "That sounds wonderful - although Sol will be very disappointed to hear he's not your subject." The dragon would get over it with enough treats, and perhaps a promise to be painted later, but Zavien wouldn't tell Soh that.
Pushing off from the wood to step closer, his eyes roamed the empty walls, seeing them in a new light. "Where do you think it should go?" There was a playful deference in his tone. After all, she seemed to be the one in charge right now. He wouldn't dare get in the way of her vision.
Zavien
but the form of every virtue at the testing point.
