Zavien
I think all things,
in their way,
in their way,
Looking in the direction of where the enenra had been, Zavien lets out a quiet hum. "Hm. I'll have to let him know about this one." He hadn't spoken much to Sunjata in general, so it would be nice to catch up. "Maybe he can give me tips on how to deal with it." Or give him something to do with all his new free time.
Although Colt seems to have a solution for that as the topic shifts back to Hak Etme and her departure. The initial request is vague, his head tilting as he wonders at exactly what kind of help the woman is asking for, and although she never specifies, Zavien feels her emotions like an echo in his chest, her words hitting cleanly on his recent struggles with meaning and purpose.
It doesn't take more than that for him to offer a clean, genuine smile. "Of course I'll help." As if to reassure her that he's not joking or saying things just to appease her, he shrugs his shoulders, his smile pulling softly with the movement. "The Breakers have mostly settled, leaving me with little to do around town. It'd be nice to be useful again." If it sounds pathetic to her, Zavien doesn't really care. He's just speaking the truth.
Still, one question continues to brush against his thoughts, and he tilts his head to look closely at her. "But, if you don't mind me asking, why Hak Etme?"
Although Colt seems to have a solution for that as the topic shifts back to Hak Etme and her departure. The initial request is vague, his head tilting as he wonders at exactly what kind of help the woman is asking for, and although she never specifies, Zavien feels her emotions like an echo in his chest, her words hitting cleanly on his recent struggles with meaning and purpose.
It doesn't take more than that for him to offer a clean, genuine smile. "Of course I'll help." As if to reassure her that he's not joking or saying things just to appease her, he shrugs his shoulders, his smile pulling softly with the movement. "The Breakers have mostly settled, leaving me with little to do around town. It'd be nice to be useful again." If it sounds pathetic to her, Zavien doesn't really care. He's just speaking the truth.
Still, one question continues to brush against his thoughts, and he tilts his head to look closely at her. "But, if you don't mind me asking, why Hak Etme?"
reflect heavenly truth,
the imagination not least.
the imagination not least.
