Evie
i'll plant a row of daisy seeds
in the space beneath each eye
in the space beneath each eye
Evie is not unaccustomed to being randomly joined on her ventures, but admittedly - hailing from the brittle earth of the Grounds - she doesn’t expect it to come from the ocean. Luckily the ascent is slow enough as not to startle her, but she does stare a little too forthrightly for a moment.
It’s a stare that becomes appreciative easily enough. Handsome men emerging from the sea are more befitting stories she hid beneath her mattress as a girl. Still, her heart is a bitter thing, and her mind a shrewd one, so the question is met with slightly narrowed eyes. “It depends what is on offer. I’m an apothecarist - I would be willing to trade for further plant life, but I’m not averse to considering other offers.” Would he offer a sword like the Lady of the Lake stories? That’s her only familiarity with people emerging from bodies of water offering things.
It’s a stare that becomes appreciative easily enough. Handsome men emerging from the sea are more befitting stories she hid beneath her mattress as a girl. Still, her heart is a bitter thing, and her mind a shrewd one, so the question is met with slightly narrowed eyes. “It depends what is on offer. I’m an apothecarist - I would be willing to trade for further plant life, but I’m not averse to considering other offers.” Would he offer a sword like the Lady of the Lake stories? That’s her only familiarity with people emerging from bodies of water offering things.
so they'll remind you of your beauty
when they bloom each time you cry
when they bloom each time you cry
