Evie
normality is a paved road
comfortable to walk, but where no flowers grow
comfortable to walk, but where no flowers grow
"Thanks," she murmurs, still careful to be quiet but internally pouring sunlight over the compliment. Happy as she would have been to hunt the little screaming devils, treasure is a far more alluring pull - one that keeps both women headed into the dark, lanterns in hand and jaws stubbornly jutted.
Melita's advice makes the Evergreen nod; even if it's incorrect, she'd rather have her shield strapped on her arm in preparation and bear the weight of it than regret having it inaccessible. Doing so, Evie tightens down the reinforced leather around her forearm, and touches the hilts of her throwing knives strapped to her thigh to ensure she knows where they are in the dark by feel. "I'm ready. Lead on." Though they walk mostly in tandem, it's a good signal to continue forward.
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Evie equips her shield and takes tally of her throwing knives before proceeding quietly.
Melita's advice makes the Evergreen nod; even if it's incorrect, she'd rather have her shield strapped on her arm in preparation and bear the weight of it than regret having it inaccessible. Doing so, Evie tightens down the reinforced leather around her forearm, and touches the hilts of her throwing knives strapped to her thigh to ensure she knows where they are in the dark by feel. "I'm ready. Lead on." Though they walk mostly in tandem, it's a good signal to continue forward.
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Evie equips her shield and takes tally of her throwing knives before proceeding quietly.
