Giavan

Wanderer of the Outlands
she/her ;; wanderer ;; giavan i

will you lock your gaze with mine?
tell me that we'll do just fine
you don’t have to feel alive
it was bound to end in time

"Are you in need of rest, traveler?" Giavan observes you with bright eyes that seem to glow from beneath her hood. The lioness pats the ground next to her, encouraging you to sit with her. "Enjoy a few minutes of respite with me. It's been so long since I've had living company."

"A Maneater? That's what they're calling me?" Giavan cackles at the insinuation, and you're torn between feeling like you made a massive social faux-pas and laughing along, hoping that she'll let it go if she thought it was a joke. "Well, it's certainly correct! I'm surprised. Oh, don't be scared, I'm not going to hurt you."

"The Sunless King? ...Hm." Giavan squishes your toe beans as she thinks. It feels a little funny, but she seems to be enjoying herself, so you allow it. Magnanimously. Because you're just that nice. "It's true that he's charming; he has a magnetic personality, it's so hard to dislike him. But that makes him dangerous."

"Oh? Brypheus mentioned me?" Giavan chuckles a bit, looking all too calm for a lioness who's cub was ripped from her and their Whisper destroyed. "She wears that skinsuit well. I'm glad she's enjoying herself." Oh. It seems like a great time to leave.

Notes

Combo Factors:
Noctis x Jet; Obsidian; Onyx; Titanium; Styx = Styx
Thick x Barbary; Sideburn; Royal = Royal