Zealot would be brisk of the handshake, the gentle hold or so much as he could less he cause the skin to break.  The jagged armor, the wretched claws, even light motions would tear.  As Cyrus however shook of his hand he knew all too well that he no longer had to fear nor need to wear.  The words of being more then just friends caused his helm to continue to distort into a wider grin with just a bit more for his own little report.<br/><br/>"That's good then.  I'm glad Wildflower found someone for her.  And I'm actually one of the caretakers for the department Wildflower's mother is.  Oh you should of seen how cute she was when she was born!  No bigger then an apple and she kept rolling in circles trying to get around!"<br/><br/>Despite Cyrus' emotion Zealot was a denser sort, a man who liked a friendly gossip and the old stories with no sign or desire to retort.  The eyes shifted again and became blue and then purple after, and his friendly chatter really was only offset by the unfriendly scratchy sound beyond his voice.  Though it wouldn't last long.  Zealot would look left and examine the distance, then right to the wagons still standing strong.  Now was time for his choice.  Though Zealot didn't show to think heavily on it as he took several steps back after what he had come to say, raising his clawed hand to the massive blade and easily taking it from his back to stab into the ground rather then have it lay.<br/><br/>The instant he let go the armor vanished and his form shrank, the man quickly changing in a way that showed him to be no longer the tank.  A cursed armor that was not forced upon him anymore, a weapon of sin that's power was no longer a thing he had to store.  As his transformation ended he showed himself just to be a simple small human standing at three foot three.  He was far too short a man and even Wildflower overwhelmed his size twice over, the small man obviously not thinking to need his armor anymore for much more cover.  His voice remained deep despite being in such a minimal state, not expecting anyone there to jump to start and berate.<br/><br/>"It's good to be around friends at least.  And for them to be friends to one of Zhilzimel's daughters!  I simply cannot tell you how exciting it i-Oh Shit!"<br/><br/>Darting his head he'd see all too late what came to be, the excitable wildflower tackling the boy of a mere three foot three.<br/><br/>________<br/><br/>Wiflor was happy to see them enjoying each other's company and that nothing bad was happening yet.  This made her feel like her hopes were able to be brought up just a little bit until Zealot did something strange.  Putting the sword down, losing the armor, and becoming a small boy caused her fur to stand on edge with excitement, not really knowing that he was able to do such a thing.  In a quick dart she rushed in, tackling down Zealot with a loud "Mrow" Breaking the silence before standing, holding Zealot close to her chest as his feet dangled.  She loved children and though it was true she wasn't properly ready for her own that didn't make things any less interesting for her when she found out how small her old friend was.  Keeping a tight hold she wouldn't let him go, turning to face Cyrus and Atticus with a smile and quirked ear.<br/><br/>_______<br/><br/>"Wild Flower! Come on now this isn't right, please go ahead and put me down now."<br/><br/>Squirming and kicking out his legs a bit he'd give up in time and dangle in her hug, looking a bit annoyed.  Despite his size he wanted to face the group as himself, as a man but he didn't foresee Wildflower deciding he was one who which should be toyed.<br/><br/>"I suppose if she's happy at least...So tell me.  How did you and her meet?  Have you known her very long?  And you over there sir?  You've been silent as the graves.  You got a name?"<br/><br/>Almost instantly Zealot turned to Cyrus with a frown, speaking before Atticus could hope to make a sound.<br/><br/>"He's not mute is he?  I don't mean to offend..."