Evie
"Some more than others," she snorts, happy to bandwagon onto the spiteful nostalgia train. "I'm glad to see it's thriving in her hands. She's a far better Headmistress than I could have anticipated." That is to say, leagues different than Zariah. While the training had been effective beneath her watchful eye, Evie had never left class without a sour taste in her mouth and an itch beneath her skin that she couldn't possibly scratch.
Unaware of the sneaky bread attack and merely dismissing the tickle of air as the breeze, Evie begins to hunt for her next cloud target, trying to envision something more creative out of vague blobs. "Ningo being chased by a fox." The fox only has three legs, but at least it has a decently structured tail. They point out a few more before Evie's eyes start to struggle to stay open, her answers coming with greater delay as her head lolls more towards Deimos' arm, comfortable and at peace.
Unaware of the sneaky bread attack and merely dismissing the tickle of air as the breeze, Evie begins to hunt for her next cloud target, trying to envision something more creative out of vague blobs. "Ningo being chased by a fox." The fox only has three legs, but at least it has a decently structured tail. They point out a few more before Evie's eyes start to struggle to stay open, her answers coming with greater delay as her head lolls more towards Deimos' arm, comfortable and at peace.
Cover your crystal eyes
And let your colors bleed and blend with mine
And let your colors bleed and blend with mine
