Evie
gender nectar sifting
Similarly summoned by otherwise self-serving needs, Evie arrives on the back of a rumor and finds herself elbow-deep in strangeness and flanked by other women of varying caliber. Luckily they don't cluster together, but Evie keeps far away regardless when she spots Maea, turning her eyes to the strange shambling skeletons instead.
Waiting to see what occurs is a great idea, but that doesn't seem very helpful. Still, it's better than rushing in headfirst like she'd done with the skeleton landshark. As the strange orb goes skittering around, the Evergreen shrinks down into the sand and goes very still to hide herself. Perhaps if she gets close enough she can call on her magic to flatten out the sand to try to have it rolling faster and smoother, like a ball over finely manicured turf instead of pockets of dense granules that snag and slow the artifact. Maybe it will encourage the skeletons to have to amble farther to retrieve it, either encouraging or boring them. Or maybe it can get the orb far enough from their reach that one of the gawkers (herself included) will have enough time to swoop in and snatch it without having to engage. Eyeing the others, Evie tries to gauge if it's safe enough to move forward into her 30ft magical range yet.
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Evie shrinks down to try and blend in and waits.
Waiting to see what occurs is a great idea, but that doesn't seem very helpful. Still, it's better than rushing in headfirst like she'd done with the skeleton landshark. As the strange orb goes skittering around, the Evergreen shrinks down into the sand and goes very still to hide herself. Perhaps if she gets close enough she can call on her magic to flatten out the sand to try to have it rolling faster and smoother, like a ball over finely manicured turf instead of pockets of dense granules that snag and slow the artifact. Maybe it will encourage the skeletons to have to amble farther to retrieve it, either encouraging or boring them. Or maybe it can get the orb far enough from their reach that one of the gawkers (herself included) will have enough time to swoop in and snatch it without having to engage. Eyeing the others, Evie tries to gauge if it's safe enough to move forward into her 30ft magical range yet.
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Evie shrinks down to try and blend in and waits.
Through the grain of gold tripping
