Evie
this floral patterned imagery makes me feel like hell
I know I'm not your type but I adore your vibe
I know I'm not your type but I adore your vibe
Evie turns in tandem, and like two frozen statues they watch the dragon fly overhead and beyond into the tundra, tense and poised for action. Even his muttered, implied disagreement with her choice in words seems less pointed, and though Evie isn't in the habit of being thankful for dragons in Halo, she takes the win while she has the chance.
He turns the tables on her anyway, so perhaps they're even.
It takes a few moments to find her tongue again, a rolling wave of emotion flooding through her as she comes to terms with Maea's survival. Now it is her turn to spin slowly on her heel and look out over the wall, finding balance and security in utilizing her own magic to help strengthen and re-align stones. It connects her to the earth and stone, helps her navigate the maelstrom she finds herself standing in. "I'm glad she got another chance." She merely wishes that, tumultuous childhood aside, the only living friend she has from the Grounds could have told her she was - you know - alive.
She isn't sure how to take the sentiment handed down in her husband's voice, so she moves on to the next strange thing he'd reported. "And Sunjata? That sounds like something to celebrate, honestly. I'm proud of you, obviously." And though it would be easy for that to come off as sarcastic, her smile as she turns her head back to focus on him instead of the wall makes it clear she means it. She knows how turbulent their history is, and it's no small feat for them to have both played nice.
He turns the tables on her anyway, so perhaps they're even.
It takes a few moments to find her tongue again, a rolling wave of emotion flooding through her as she comes to terms with Maea's survival. Now it is her turn to spin slowly on her heel and look out over the wall, finding balance and security in utilizing her own magic to help strengthen and re-align stones. It connects her to the earth and stone, helps her navigate the maelstrom she finds herself standing in. "I'm glad she got another chance." She merely wishes that, tumultuous childhood aside, the only living friend she has from the Grounds could have told her she was - you know - alive.
She isn't sure how to take the sentiment handed down in her husband's voice, so she moves on to the next strange thing he'd reported. "And Sunjata? That sounds like something to celebrate, honestly. I'm proud of you, obviously." And though it would be easy for that to come off as sarcastic, her smile as she turns her head back to focus on him instead of the wall makes it clear she means it. She knows how turbulent their history is, and it's no small feat for them to have both played nice.
