EVIE
His laugh makes her grin, freshly energized by his joy and appreciation for her grandiose display of power. Her own comes in chorus moments later, tickled pink in the cheeks by both his stubbornness and the hilarious image of the deformed mass of needles, twigs, and shredded bark that comes stomping her way like some half-sized monster. She startles at the feeling of roots near her feet, exercising her own magic back at it - his is stronger, so they emerge regardless, but as she springs out of her crouch she is able to at least slow them enough to dance backwards away from them.
Holding her shield aloft and backing up with firm, slow steps in a calculated retreat, Evie grabs at the fallen trunk once more. Rolling it swiftly across the snow like the world's widest, most wooden bowling ball, hoping to take the nettle-monster out at the...knees? Or perhaps simply spray it into a thousand more scattered pieces, for Deimos to scrape together into form once more.
Holding her shield aloft and backing up with firm, slow steps in a calculated retreat, Evie grabs at the fallen trunk once more. Rolling it swiftly across the snow like the world's widest, most wooden bowling ball, hoping to take the nettle-monster out at the...knees? Or perhaps simply spray it into a thousand more scattered pieces, for Deimos to scrape together into form once more.
Don't look up, just let them think
There's no place else you'd rather be
There's no place else you'd rather be
