[It's a rare moment where Zaveid is dead serious. His brow is slightly furrowed, his voice firm, and the kedan trader that was pointing to his necklace is clearly starting to question his life choices. Still, the market is bartering, right? The kedan speaks again, voicing an offer slightly higher than the last only to be cut off by a firm shake of Zaveid's head.]
No. I said no. No means no. Same goes for the hat.
[A pause. Zaveid's frown fades and he smirks a little.]
I might be willing to part with the pants though, if the right person is asking. Preferably one of the female variety. You uh... got any friends who fit the build?
[10]
[On one hand, it's nice to be seen again. Zaveid can barely remember a time when humans and seraphim alike could see and interact with each other. Back at home, things were on the improvement but the bulk of humanity still had no idea he was there.
Now he's here, on the back of a giant turtle and everyone knows exactly where he is. Over three thousand years of going it alone and then suddenly the world knows right where you are. He loves and hates the attention. Just walking down the street is going to take some getting used to. More than a few times he's jumped when a random passerby has addressed him.]
Zaveid | Tales of Zestiria
No siree, it's not for sale.
[It's a rare moment where Zaveid is dead serious. His brow is slightly furrowed, his voice firm, and the kedan trader that was pointing to his necklace is clearly starting to question his life choices. Still, the market is bartering, right? The kedan speaks again, voicing an offer slightly higher than the last only to be cut off by a firm shake of Zaveid's head.]
No. I said no. No means no. Same goes for the hat.
[A pause. Zaveid's frown fades and he smirks a little.]
I might be willing to part with the pants though, if the right person is asking. Preferably one of the female variety. You uh... got any friends who fit the build?
[10]
[On one hand, it's nice to be seen again. Zaveid can barely remember a time when humans and seraphim alike could see and interact with each other. Back at home, things were on the improvement but the bulk of humanity still had no idea he was there.
Now he's here, on the back of a giant turtle and everyone knows exactly where he is. Over three thousand years of going it alone and then suddenly the world knows right where you are. He loves and hates the attention. Just walking down the street is going to take some getting used to. More than a few times he's jumped when a random passerby has addressed him.]