Evie
Evie makes a scorned, disapproving noise at his agreement, wrinkling her entire face at him dramatically. It's the easiest way to destroy her imperious banter and he knows it because she never has the heart to play along. Such was her fate to always be the loser of their games, though she doesn't mind that given all the other things she has won. Like this - a strange kelp and anemone garden with busts and statues that are all rather...desecrated.
"They seem broken off instead of sculpted that way. Awfully...macabre," she hesitantly offers, reluctant to judge or diminish the art of a society she hardly knows but equally disturbed by the haunting silhouettes. "There's so much history from before the barrier that was lost. Do you think they ever warred with the people on land? This seems rather Fae-like, you know?" In the we hate you and everything you stand for way that the Greatwood had always implied to Evie. Not unfairly, of course, but the point stands.
"They seem broken off instead of sculpted that way. Awfully...macabre," she hesitantly offers, reluctant to judge or diminish the art of a society she hardly knows but equally disturbed by the haunting silhouettes. "There's so much history from before the barrier that was lost. Do you think they ever warred with the people on land? This seems rather Fae-like, you know?" In the we hate you and everything you stand for way that the Greatwood had always implied to Evie. Not unfairly, of course, but the point stands.
Soon will the glade be bright with bellamour
