Evie
I see what lies heavy on your heart
It’s not the first that she has heard such a warning, but it doesn’t make it any less meaningful to be reminded. Perhaps the question now was less what did Evie want in a herald, but what was she willing to give? With her history, how devoted could she reasonably be? “I feel like I need to make her like me because she’s like a mother-in-law,” she snorts, clearly joking. If they ever did marry, Evie is unsure if she’d even want a herald present the way Safrin had been for Deimos and Amalia’s wedding. Deimos may be beloved, but Evie is still coasting along on Frey’s coattails in terms of acceptability to the gods.
Belial’s hoot is perfectly timed enough that it sounds like an objection, and Evie can’t help how a laugh startles out of her, loud and graceless. “You know he and I are peas in a pod!” A crinkle-nosed teasing expression is aimed his way, reminding him of all the hijinks they’d participated in that the Sword had effortlessly foiled. “It feels pretentious to ask for a specific kind honestly, so I’ve been struggling to come up with one. Something like a cat, fox, or other mammal maybe?” Thinking of it in any other way makes her feel as if she’s listing qualities that benefit her instead of being open to companionship in any form.
Belial’s hoot is perfectly timed enough that it sounds like an objection, and Evie can’t help how a laugh startles out of her, loud and graceless. “You know he and I are peas in a pod!” A crinkle-nosed teasing expression is aimed his way, reminding him of all the hijinks they’d participated in that the Sword had effortlessly foiled. “It feels pretentious to ask for a specific kind honestly, so I’ve been struggling to come up with one. Something like a cat, fox, or other mammal maybe?” Thinking of it in any other way makes her feel as if she’s listing qualities that benefit her instead of being open to companionship in any form.
and the strength you still keep inside
