EVIE
The goal for this endeavor is to find and collect something simple and easy to keep alive. With so many new broadcasts in their heads, letters from demigods calling her husband to the front lines yet again, and the already impressive balancing act of a newborn, a region, and a new demigod to guide, Evie is not intending to waste time here. Normally she might try and combine this bitter duty into something pleasant such as a stroll, but today she is on edge and consumed by thoughts of the future.
Considering she is normally the one reminding them both to enforce self care it's understandable - hopefully - that she wants to get this done with quickly if only to preserve her own mental balance.
The frostblooms are a horrible blight to her eyes, making her stomach twist and curl. Rae's words whisper in her head, but her heart can't seem to resonate with the scientific neutrality they'd presented. It makes her feel like an insufficient follower, but she's new to even being a woman of faith, so maybe that's normal. Frowning as she approaches warily - mentally warding Micah away to the safer stretches of the well-trod footpath - Evie opens the glass container in her hand (already prepped with soil and moss) as she surveys the small cluster of plants. "Just one and we can call it done," she mutters mostly to herself, though she knows Deimos will hear it regardless.
Her magic reaches down into the earth and coaxes the spring-softened topsoil into relinquishing its grip on the void plant's roots, creating motion that has the plant swaying and jolting as its supporting cradle is dismantled.
Considering she is normally the one reminding them both to enforce self care it's understandable - hopefully - that she wants to get this done with quickly if only to preserve her own mental balance.
The frostblooms are a horrible blight to her eyes, making her stomach twist and curl. Rae's words whisper in her head, but her heart can't seem to resonate with the scientific neutrality they'd presented. It makes her feel like an insufficient follower, but she's new to even being a woman of faith, so maybe that's normal. Frowning as she approaches warily - mentally warding Micah away to the safer stretches of the well-trod footpath - Evie opens the glass container in her hand (already prepped with soil and moss) as she surveys the small cluster of plants. "Just one and we can call it done," she mutters mostly to herself, though she knows Deimos will hear it regardless.
Her magic reaches down into the earth and coaxes the spring-softened topsoil into relinquishing its grip on the void plant's roots, creating motion that has the plant swaying and jolting as its supporting cradle is dismantled.
Don't look up, just let them think
There's no place else you'd rather be
There's no place else you'd rather be
