Zavien
Concentrating on the steps as they lost some of their solidness, Zavien answers with little more than a "Mhm." His breaths are controlled, bracing for the moment the magic failed - or the bridge - or his focus - or his dragon. Honestly, he's just waiting for the wind to blow and knock him off the side.
But luckily, the bridge continues to hold, and Zavien pushes on towards the end of the bridge while Sol prances carelessly across the structure. "That's impressive!" he remarks of the young man, who's apparently much younger than he'd though. "Is it everything you dreamed of?" Zavien asks, curious if the Shields had been as much of a dream for him as the Dragoons had been for Zavien. He at least wouldn't have to worry about which of his brothers in arms might be infected, but sometimes dreaming about something for so long can leave the reality lackluster.
As for Deimos, he smiles at the memory. "We met when I was training up in Stormbreak. I ran into him and Ronin before I had anything but a rusty sword." Laughing, he isn't afraid to admit the truth of that lesson. "I was face down in the dirt before long." The two men had left him with more than enough bruises to remember them by, but it had only made him more determined to improve. And improve he had.
"Over the years, we've spent more time training together and sharing information to protect our homes - although I admittedly haven't been much of a friend to him recently." What with his city falling from the sky and all.
But luckily, the bridge continues to hold, and Zavien pushes on towards the end of the bridge while Sol prances carelessly across the structure. "That's impressive!" he remarks of the young man, who's apparently much younger than he'd though. "Is it everything you dreamed of?" Zavien asks, curious if the Shields had been as much of a dream for him as the Dragoons had been for Zavien. He at least wouldn't have to worry about which of his brothers in arms might be infected, but sometimes dreaming about something for so long can leave the reality lackluster.
As for Deimos, he smiles at the memory. "We met when I was training up in Stormbreak. I ran into him and Ronin before I had anything but a rusty sword." Laughing, he isn't afraid to admit the truth of that lesson. "I was face down in the dirt before long." The two men had left him with more than enough bruises to remember them by, but it had only made him more determined to improve. And improve he had.
"Over the years, we've spent more time training together and sharing information to protect our homes - although I admittedly haven't been much of a friend to him recently." What with his city falling from the sky and all.
The secret of happiness is freedom,
the secret of freedom is courage.
the secret of freedom is courage.
