Evie
I see what lies heavy on your heart
Instead of being disappointed by his allowances, Evie merely lets her laughter fill the boughs overhead, returning to his side in a meandering fashion as the trail becomes more overgrown and forces them closer the farther they get from the shrine. "I'll make it official correspondence." Putting on a dramatized official tone, Evie lifts her free hand as if reading off her palm. "Warden Evie requests flour from your regions for an official event requiring the finest quality and highest quantity you can provide. In return, you will get our thanks and nothing more. Please send by end of season." Snorting with amusement at herself, happy to find herself hilarious even if nobody else will.
"Exactly like a firling!" The monstrous things that they were, somehow both delightful and ominous. "The real challenge would be getting sparklers or candles without setting my hair on fire. Think you're up to it?" Perhaps he would just keep a constant hold on it with his magic, but that wasn't nearly as fun to envision as gravity-defying hair outfitted with dangerous sparklers.
"Exactly like a firling!" The monstrous things that they were, somehow both delightful and ominous. "The real challenge would be getting sparklers or candles without setting my hair on fire. Think you're up to it?" Perhaps he would just keep a constant hold on it with his magic, but that wasn't nearly as fun to envision as gravity-defying hair outfitted with dangerous sparklers.
and the strength you still keep inside
