EVIE
there ain't no doubt in no ones mind
Evie was nothing if not an accomplished liar. She had to be, given that the majority of her life was built on a cleverly crafted deception. "Minor aches and pains." The girl replied easily and immediately as if it were true. "It is crushed and used topically. It can also reduce the size of bruises." Could it actually? Maybe. Who knows? Plants could do all sorts of interesting things, that's why proper apothecarists existed after all. They couldn't all be magical shams like her. "Uh huh." She replied in a sing-song voice, copper brow arched skeptically. "Is there some knife-throwing competition that I haven't heard of?" Evie asked, her pale lips twisting into a smile that seemed to come far easier than his did.
"Mmm." Evie hummed in agreement. Accuracy as to what? A more clever mind might have asked, but as it was, Evie was not one for philosophical pandering or rants. Accuracy was important. It was as simple as that.
"Oh." She stuttered, surprised, doe-blue eyes blinking stupidly. What she wanted was to make up an excuse, because what was going to happen if she said yes, was that this absurdly ruggedly handsome man was going to show her what to do, and Evie with her soft hands and complete lack of coordination was going to wildly miss the stump, and then there'd be an awkward moment while this man tried to figure out how to tell her to leave, and she'd have to endure a strange walk of shame out of the glade.
But instead of coming up with any sort of reason, she looked into his unshaven face and nodded. "Sure. Why not?"
That's the thing about having your life be a lie. You never know when to stop.
that love's the finest thing around
