Evie
tell me all of the things
that make you feel at ease
Evie is accustomed to Deimos moving her around as he finds suitable, and is always quite charmed by it, so her feet find the deck trustingly as he rises from his own chair. Ready and willing to be led. She just isn't expecting to be led into a chase.Dramatized offense rises from her throat in a formless shout, but it's diminished by the laugh that follows on its heels as she races after him, one hand clutching her own towel at her chest. "Grooms aren't supposed to be the runaway risks!" Harmless ivy and vines race to catch and wind around his feet to try and slow him as she vainly sprints after him, certain she won't be able to catch him without a little magical intervention. And if the wind suddenly blows his hair into his face too, well, Evie doesn't feel inclined to hold back after being forced to wait.
