Evie
It's a grim topic, and one Evie is too personally close to desire any further expansion on, but she can't simply ignore it. She'd been the Queen of those lands once, for a short time. The fall of the Grounds has therefore always felt too personal for her. "The throne there has always seemed cursed," she murmurs, prone to being a tad more superstitious given her upbringing. "People will continue to point to the next person without stepping up. There's little we can do until they have a ruler instated. Even a temporary one." Here, she dares to look at Noah, wondering. Quietly questioning if perhaps he will find himself on that path to do what it takes to seal his agreement with Vi. Especially if he is already considering spending some of the winter there.
Evie, for one, would not begrudge him that choice if ever it needs to be made, so she smiles at him warmly. "Of course. Winter will be their hardest season. If you have need of my magic, don't hesitate to call on me." She would be happy to bless their crops and soil in what small way she could. Certainly nothing on the power scale of a god, but he would have her aid if he needed it.
"I agree we should reach out to Torchline first, given our history with them and their established nature as a region." Scrawling in her looping handwriting in her journal, she glances at Deimos and quirk a playful smile. "Draw straws on which of us does it?" They both have some measure of closeness with each of the rulers, so the task could fall to either of them.
Evie, for one, would not begrudge him that choice if ever it needs to be made, so she smiles at him warmly. "Of course. Winter will be their hardest season. If you have need of my magic, don't hesitate to call on me." She would be happy to bless their crops and soil in what small way she could. Certainly nothing on the power scale of a god, but he would have her aid if he needed it.
"I agree we should reach out to Torchline first, given our history with them and their established nature as a region." Scrawling in her looping handwriting in her journal, she glances at Deimos and quirk a playful smile. "Draw straws on which of us does it?" They both have some measure of closeness with each of the rulers, so the task could fall to either of them.
I can wait for you at the bottom, wait years if I gotta
Heaven knows I ain't getting over you
Heaven knows I ain't getting over you
