Evie
When hope and peace begin to fray
"Oh," slips out of her for the second time that day, slightly startled by the pleasant breeze that picks up in the room. It eases the tiniest of aches and irritations, prompting a thoughtless smile of pride as she recognizes the mending magic at its core. "I'm glad, being able to heal myself got me out of a lot of scary situations growing up," she admits with a relieved exhale. By age and curiosity alone she suspects she can't stash him away in the house until he's wise and powerful the way she sometimes wishes to do with Erebos.
"There are other materials that are looser, we'll give those a try later," she assures as she stands, considering the softer wool pairs usually worn over the snug layer beneath. He does have awfully large feet, she muses, though considering his stature it shouldn't be surprising. "Let's go figure out where he's wandered off to."
Opening the door is less daunting now that Amhran is dressed, and she steps over the threshold while lifting her voice, aware Deimos is home but uncertain of the specifics. "Deimos? Honey, there's someone I want you to meet." That's the best preparation she can provide because she can't bear to call Amhran a guest or a visitor when she'd grown him and doted on him for an entire season. Turning over her shoulder she smiles encouragingly, vacating the doorway to naturally shuffle them into the living room. They'd likely want to be sitting for this.
"There are other materials that are looser, we'll give those a try later," she assures as she stands, considering the softer wool pairs usually worn over the snug layer beneath. He does have awfully large feet, she muses, though considering his stature it shouldn't be surprising. "Let's go figure out where he's wandered off to."
Opening the door is less daunting now that Amhran is dressed, and she steps over the threshold while lifting her voice, aware Deimos is home but uncertain of the specifics. "Deimos? Honey, there's someone I want you to meet." That's the best preparation she can provide because she can't bear to call Amhran a guest or a visitor when she'd grown him and doted on him for an entire season. Turning over her shoulder she smiles encouragingly, vacating the doorway to naturally shuffle them into the living room. They'd likely want to be sitting for this.
know that daybreak is not far away
