Evie
When hope and peace begin to fray
He reels her in by the hand like plucking a spinning petal out of the air, and she slides against him like she was always meant to be there, happy to be captured and held in the grace of his smile. She is far from surprised to hear it, though it makes her grin in turn. "No legends for you either then?" Merely empty, open air and curiosity that went nowhere. She has never had the urge to leave the ground in anything but spirit, happy to watch him fly instead.
Parting is a shame, though the path narrows naturally as the bamboo - younger, on the outskirts - begins to grow taller and more densely packed the further in they travel. "They are like ursur but much smaller. Black and white. Incredibly curious and playful bears." She had spent many days observing them, enough that she had lost track long ago. "Omnivores as far as I can tell, though they eat nearly only bamboo and infrequently fish. Quite harmless, but absolutely adorable." She takes him to the left, tracing a path she hasn't walked in years but would never forget as they venture closer to the sleeping grounds.
And sure enough there they are. Most females will not tolerate other females nearby, so they're decently scattered, but she can spot season-old cubs flopped on the ground near their mothers. Already beaming at their cuteness she reaches behind her to grab at any part of Deimos she can, usher him closer so he can get a good view from the hill they're on. "They just had babies in the spring," she murmurs gleefully, though it's rather obvious.
Parting is a shame, though the path narrows naturally as the bamboo - younger, on the outskirts - begins to grow taller and more densely packed the further in they travel. "They are like ursur but much smaller. Black and white. Incredibly curious and playful bears." She had spent many days observing them, enough that she had lost track long ago. "Omnivores as far as I can tell, though they eat nearly only bamboo and infrequently fish. Quite harmless, but absolutely adorable." She takes him to the left, tracing a path she hasn't walked in years but would never forget as they venture closer to the sleeping grounds.
And sure enough there they are. Most females will not tolerate other females nearby, so they're decently scattered, but she can spot season-old cubs flopped on the ground near their mothers. Already beaming at their cuteness she reaches behind her to grab at any part of Deimos she can, usher him closer so he can get a good view from the hill they're on. "They just had babies in the spring," she murmurs gleefully, though it's rather obvious.
know that daybreak is not far away
