Evie
His bow is charming in a youthful way, and Evie tilts her torso slightly while a rusty but still impressively graceful curtsy sways her dress. Though he’s quite sweet, it’s a bumbling sort - a dangerous sort, politically. Softer tongued than Deimos but no less protective of Halo’s independence, she hums contemplatively and tilts her head. “If you have a council, I’d be happy to speak to your advisor or similar representative. We have no formal alliance with Stormbreak yet,” she points out, letting the weight of that land before she flicks her eyes toward Deimos, intending to reference his blunt response. “As Deimos said, in other regions it would be seen as a threat and handled appropriately.” Something she can practically feel Deimos wanting to do. “Have you drafted a formal proposal for your ideas to supply your council or superior that they can reference with me?” Her inquiry is kindly, encouraging - and also pointed, like a mother cloaking a warning that their child is about to be reprimanded. If he has not gone through these most basic of steps, perhaps he should start there instead of antagonizing her fiancé.
Maybe it’s because he’s biting his tongue harder than she’s ever seen, but Evie decides he deserves a bit of a reward. Even if it will most definitely be at Koa’s expense.
Turning to Deimos with a comely smile that blooms into a grin she has to tamp down on not to grow too wide, she tilts her head encouragingly toward Koa. “I think a spar is a wonderful idea. It will be perfect for a few spectators as well,” here she lifts her voice slightly to any lingering nearby. “Stormbreak Dragoons have likely not fought much against foes with magic, right? It will be a great display of strength and training.” And if her hand squeezes at Deimos’ elbow, telling him give it your all, none of the Attuned are privy to that special kind of communication. Looking back to Koa, the Evergreen smiles. “Will you lead the way?”
Maybe it’s because he’s biting his tongue harder than she’s ever seen, but Evie decides he deserves a bit of a reward. Even if it will most definitely be at Koa’s expense.
Turning to Deimos with a comely smile that blooms into a grin she has to tamp down on not to grow too wide, she tilts her head encouragingly toward Koa. “I think a spar is a wonderful idea. It will be perfect for a few spectators as well,” here she lifts her voice slightly to any lingering nearby. “Stormbreak Dragoons have likely not fought much against foes with magic, right? It will be a great display of strength and training.” And if her hand squeezes at Deimos’ elbow, telling him give it your all, none of the Attuned are privy to that special kind of communication. Looking back to Koa, the Evergreen smiles. “Will you lead the way?”
I see you when you chase the dreams inside your head
and when you laugh and love until the bitter end
and when you laugh and love until the bitter end
