Deeds will not be less valiant
because they are unpraised.
because they are unpraised.
He gave Liam a bright smile, unwavering in his excitement for fatherhood. "I look forward to it." From the aches and stress and work of parenting to the joy and happiness of the little life they'd get to meet, Zavien was ready to embrace it all despite what trepidations he held.
Distracted by the conversation and his attempts to regain his footing, he wasn't prepared when Liam struck again. He tilted in place, the Oakblade too far away to block the incoming strike before it made contact with the material of his jacket. The fabric was a pathetic barrier for the heat, immediately sinking through to sear the flesh beneath.
Pain blossomed, bright and hot against where the blade made contact, and although he'd been ready for it, the wound was excruciating. "Wooh. That hurts." He breathed through clenched teeth, his smile twisted into a grimace as he reached up to brace against the pain. Nodding, he looked to Liam approvingly. "Nice swing."
His ring glowed softly against the burn, taking away the sharpest edges of the pain and heat as he said, "I think that's probably good enough for Safrin."
Distracted by the conversation and his attempts to regain his footing, he wasn't prepared when Liam struck again. He tilted in place, the Oakblade too far away to block the incoming strike before it made contact with the material of his jacket. The fabric was a pathetic barrier for the heat, immediately sinking through to sear the flesh beneath.
Pain blossomed, bright and hot against where the blade made contact, and although he'd been ready for it, the wound was excruciating. "Wooh. That hurts." He breathed through clenched teeth, his smile twisted into a grimace as he reached up to brace against the pain. Nodding, he looked to Liam approvingly. "Nice swing."
His ring glowed softly against the burn, taking away the sharpest edges of the pain and heat as he said, "I think that's probably good enough for Safrin."
Zavien
