Evie
I see what lies heavy on your heart
Old, impetuous childish urges tell her to snatch the jar straight from his hands with the force of her excitement, but she manages to withhold those until the moment he deposits it freely. She keeps on the path at his side by virtue of her peripheral vision and little else as she immediately begins investigating this new plant, passing it between her fingers, under her nose, and against the tip of her tongue. Her magic comes to probe at it as well, earth and healing in tandem, finding nothing to indicate either visually from years of experience or magically that it has any harmful effects. "It must be like honeysuckle or vanilla beans, highly fragrant but completely safe," she murmurs more to herself than anything, but extends one blade of the grass back to Deimos with a bright smile. "Probably great to chew on actually!" And with no hesitation she does the same, marveling at the response on her tongue.
Her laughter is a little sheepish, cheeks a touch pink, but there's sass in her expression as she turns it to him. "Compared to a seasonal god harbored in a nearly immortal tree? I'd wager so." Even a demigod and Safrin's champion likely wouldn't mean much to such an eternal being. "What sort of pools? More than just temporary rainwater?" Evie wishes each adventure could be shared between them, but at least Deimos is a wonderful storyteller.
Her laughter is a little sheepish, cheeks a touch pink, but there's sass in her expression as she turns it to him. "Compared to a seasonal god harbored in a nearly immortal tree? I'd wager so." Even a demigod and Safrin's champion likely wouldn't mean much to such an eternal being. "What sort of pools? More than just temporary rainwater?" Evie wishes each adventure could be shared between them, but at least Deimos is a wonderful storyteller.
and the strength you still keep inside
