Evie
through her, in a rush of musk and saffron
Evie smothers her laughter as she covers the fish, hearing the timely ding of the oven as it reaches the necessary temperature to slide the tray inside. Deimos’ loving torture of his soldiers would never cease to amuse her, even though she wholeheartedly understands how tough his training can be. “See? Making mental progress already.” Perhaps soon they will have that trebuchet adorning their towering walls. “Personally, after all that Banshee nonsense I’m more of a fan of the idea of tar to pour from the parapets.” She often imagines it to stave off her nightmares and the residual, phantom ache in her shoulder where the banshee queen’s claws had driven themselves.
Evie wrinkles her nose blatantly at mention of The Climb, heading to wash her hands and sidestepping Micah who had yet to tire of the string. Given he’d kept perfectly still in her arms from Torchline to Halo, he likely has energy to spare. “I’d be inclined to say yes, but surely they’d miss the comforts of a real city?” Assuming they have more human characteristics than their predecessors, Evie can’t envision them living happy lives in the rocky, lava-infested Climb.
Evie wrinkles her nose blatantly at mention of The Climb, heading to wash her hands and sidestepping Micah who had yet to tire of the string. Given he’d kept perfectly still in her arms from Torchline to Halo, he likely has energy to spare. “I’d be inclined to say yes, but surely they’d miss the comforts of a real city?” Assuming they have more human characteristics than their predecessors, Evie can’t envision them living happy lives in the rocky, lava-infested Climb.
beauty falls into disarray
