Evie
I see what lies heavy on your heart
Her own snort of a laugh joins alongside his, not even wanting to imagine the labor involved to accomplish such a harebrained idea. What they have on their plates is more than enough - no matter the temptation to live in a veritable glass-covered forest of her own making. A forest that would have plenty of need for vanilla grass. "Where did you find it? Did it taste of it too, or just smell?" Intrigue lights up her eyes immediately, following in his wake as he keeps them focused on their trail onward. Hanging on every word even as the topic changes to her original question.
"Hm...many plants are carnivorous, and autumn is the season of dead things - mulching, digestion of inferior material. Maybe that's the type the represents. In which case it would be fitting for the Fae to worship her ," she snickers, logic devolving into something admittedly more childish. She can't help it - there will always be a small degree of bitterness and animosity towards them as a Grounder, recalling all they'd done to her friends and family. Poking a little fun at them in private seems more than fair game.
"Hm...many plants are carnivorous, and autumn is the season of dead things - mulching, digestion of inferior material. Maybe that's the type the represents. In which case it would be fitting for the Fae to worship her ," she snickers, logic devolving into something admittedly more childish. She can't help it - there will always be a small degree of bitterness and animosity towards them as a Grounder, recalling all they'd done to her friends and family. Poking a little fun at them in private seems more than fair game.
and the strength you still keep inside
