Evie
I see what lies heavy on your heart
Evie is similarly suffering. While she knows the Academy blessing only diminishes cold, she swears it must make the heat even more unbearable, and for someone as fair-skinned and inclined toward milder climates as Evie is, that's tantamount to a death sentence. Even the greenhouse which she so loves could never hope to compete with the humidity of the Oerwoud in spring. Still, it's clear the plant life is undeniably thriving here, which keeps her in rather positive spirits - often distracted away from Deimos' side and the ill-trod path by beautiful blooms, intriguing moss, and curious tubers that she has never encountered before. While she'd brought her small hip pouch for this, she is already bemoaning its lack of size, wanting to take more cuttings and seed samples back home to replant.
Attention snagged anew by Deimos' voice, Evie jogs back to his side with a sheepish smile. "No, though that probably sounds strange given they're so similar to Frey. Honestly, we had little to no education about the seasonal deities growing up." Information lost from years of not being handed down properly. "Have you? We likely won't get to meet him today, but have you before?"
Attention snagged anew by Deimos' voice, Evie jogs back to his side with a sheepish smile. "No, though that probably sounds strange given they're so similar to Frey. Honestly, we had little to no education about the seasonal deities growing up." Information lost from years of not being handed down properly. "Have you? We likely won't get to meet him today, but have you before?"
and the strength you still keep inside
