Courage is not simply one of the virtues,
Although unsure Sol could sit still long enough to be a subject, the thought was endearing enough to warm his smile further. Zavien lingered a few steps behind her, letting Soh peruse and search for something he didn't himself understand. Where he saw the usual expanse of hills and the practicality of the view - how far it would take to travel, the threats, the defenses, etc - she took it in with a painter's eye, imagining and full of potential that hadn't yet been realized. He did his best to picture it, leaning forward to peek through the glass at the rolling landscape of open field, but his own lack of creativity left him wondering what art she might make with the uninteresting reference. Her comment had his head tilting to offer what little assistance he could. "You're welcome to stay until sunrise to see it, if that would help."
Then she turned, nearly bumping into him. Her laughter was more gilded than the sunlight on her blonde hair, skin glowing with such passion that even the most unartistic of men could appreciate. He paused for a moment, forgetting manners or usual embarrassment in favor of taking in her beauty. It was something he'd noticed in passing, thoughts he'd never given weight or power to. Soh was a friend. A beautiful friend, but a friend that was always at a safe distance. Work, loyalties, and other obligations had always seemed more important, although he was beginning to wonder why.
She cleared her throat, breaking his thoughts as she moved to a large, empty wall. He straightened and followed with unhurried strides. His ice cream - mostly melted by this point - was still in hand and he offered some to her as he took in the chosen place. "Will you be able to carry a painting that big yourself?" Depending on her canvas size, he imagined it wouldn't be easy getting on and off the skyship, so he gestured to the white space, nonchalant as he asked, "What if you painted it directly on the wall?" A 'mural' as some might call it.
Then she turned, nearly bumping into him. Her laughter was more gilded than the sunlight on her blonde hair, skin glowing with such passion that even the most unartistic of men could appreciate. He paused for a moment, forgetting manners or usual embarrassment in favor of taking in her beauty. It was something he'd noticed in passing, thoughts he'd never given weight or power to. Soh was a friend. A beautiful friend, but a friend that was always at a safe distance. Work, loyalties, and other obligations had always seemed more important, although he was beginning to wonder why.
She cleared her throat, breaking his thoughts as she moved to a large, empty wall. He straightened and followed with unhurried strides. His ice cream - mostly melted by this point - was still in hand and he offered some to her as he took in the chosen place. "Will you be able to carry a painting that big yourself?" Depending on her canvas size, he imagined it wouldn't be easy getting on and off the skyship, so he gestured to the white space, nonchalant as he asked, "What if you painted it directly on the wall?" A 'mural' as some might call it.
Zavien
but the form of every virtue at the testing point.
