Deeds will not be less valiant
because they are unpraised.
because they are unpraised.
The cold was starting to sink past his gloves. Snow had fallen in the last week, leaving a layer of icy powder glittering along the ground, but at least the sun was back. It peeked through the layer of clouds with renewed strength, even if all it could manage was brightness rather than warmth.
Shrugging his heavier jacket around his shoulders, Zavien spotted the man he was waiting for just as Sol did, the dragon sprinting out to greet him and his companions. He smiled and offered a wave, the movement generating its own warmth as he stepped forward to greet him. "Liam! Thanks for meeting with me." His hand fell to rest casually on his sword hilt as he said, "I figured it had been too long since we sparred, and I wanted to see how your meeting went." It was assumed that no news was good news, but he could also argue that the meeting with his daughter had gone terribly and left him seeking solitude. Hopefully, it was the former.
Shrugging his heavier jacket around his shoulders, Zavien spotted the man he was waiting for just as Sol did, the dragon sprinting out to greet him and his companions. He smiled and offered a wave, the movement generating its own warmth as he stepped forward to greet him. "Liam! Thanks for meeting with me." His hand fell to rest casually on his sword hilt as he said, "I figured it had been too long since we sparred, and I wanted to see how your meeting went." It was assumed that no news was good news, but he could also argue that the meeting with his daughter had gone terribly and left him seeking solitude. Hopefully, it was the former.
Zavien
