EVIE
like love is a bad word
Evie’s laughter choruses with the thump and shuffle of snow as Belial flings himself around dramatically, sending snow flying in far greater quantities than what she’d done for him. It makes her consider a companion of her own sometimes, interacting with Deimos’. They are both so endearing in such different ways after all.Her laughter is interrupted by the bump of his shoulder, but it only causes a hiccup of interruption before she continues under her breath, inspired by his wrinkled nose and groaned distaste. “It was, I’m sorry,” she chuckles, though it’s unclear whether she’s truly repentant. The crack of branches and bark is the backing of their work, until the trunks lie bare and ready for transport. “I can bundle and load the branches if you want to get those secured?” It makes more sense given their strength disparity, though it’s far more tedious to gather the branches given their prickliness. Luckily Evie is quite experienced with that particular state of being - in both plants and people, if her present company is any indication. It makes her snort to herself, amused.
