Evie
When hope and peace begin to fray
Evie is greatly out of her depth in every facet of this ongoing revelation, but there's something endearing about witnessing a mind capable of reflection and communication putting words to rudimentary knowledge.
"Exactly," she praises readily. This might have been the time to explain what cold means, but he'll be experiencing it firsthand within moments. Her coat is not nearly long enough on him, but his willowy frame ensures it wraps around fully. She buttons it for him anyway, silent in her fretting. "It's easy to be a brother when they're that young. He mostly sleeps and eats." A familiar state of tangential existence to him if he is resorting to plural pronouns about non-sentient plants.
"Yes, he is. He came in here a few times while you grew, but he didn't speak much." Had he at all? It makes introducing them a little more daunting, but there was no time like the present. As they emerge into the snow Evie reaches for Amhran's hand to both guide and stabilize him. She hates to hurry him, but his bare feet worry her enough to pull him in her wake as quickly as his deerlike limbs can safely manage.
Inside through the back door, the fire-warmed interior of the house wraps around them and blessedly does not produce her husband instantaneously. "This way love, there's a guest room on the first floor with clothes." Her smile is encouraging, leaving her hand in his to guide him through the kitchen and into the adjacent guest room. Deimos' clothes will drown him, but at least they'll be long enough. Nothing of Evie's has any hope of going the literal distance. She's glad they have spares in the dressers down here, because Evie doesn't like their odds of trying to ascend the stairs to the master bedroom. Introducing Deimos to Amhran through the loud chorus of a naked starfish falling down a flight of stairs sounds disastrous.
"Exactly," she praises readily. This might have been the time to explain what cold means, but he'll be experiencing it firsthand within moments. Her coat is not nearly long enough on him, but his willowy frame ensures it wraps around fully. She buttons it for him anyway, silent in her fretting. "It's easy to be a brother when they're that young. He mostly sleeps and eats." A familiar state of tangential existence to him if he is resorting to plural pronouns about non-sentient plants.
"Yes, he is. He came in here a few times while you grew, but he didn't speak much." Had he at all? It makes introducing them a little more daunting, but there was no time like the present. As they emerge into the snow Evie reaches for Amhran's hand to both guide and stabilize him. She hates to hurry him, but his bare feet worry her enough to pull him in her wake as quickly as his deerlike limbs can safely manage.
Inside through the back door, the fire-warmed interior of the house wraps around them and blessedly does not produce her husband instantaneously. "This way love, there's a guest room on the first floor with clothes." Her smile is encouraging, leaving her hand in his to guide him through the kitchen and into the adjacent guest room. Deimos' clothes will drown him, but at least they'll be long enough. Nothing of Evie's has any hope of going the literal distance. She's glad they have spares in the dressers down here, because Evie doesn't like their odds of trying to ascend the stairs to the master bedroom. Introducing Deimos to Amhran through the loud chorus of a naked starfish falling down a flight of stairs sounds disastrous.
know that daybreak is not far away
