Evie
i'll plant a row of daisy seeds
in the space beneath each eye
in the space beneath each eye
Elizabeth is sprightly and quick to react, which is enough to compliment already. The staff is an unassuming weapon but it's positively deadly in the right hands. Evie wonders if she'll stick with it as the years go on, or if something else will call her name in time.
Echoing Elizabeth's laugh with an unrepentant giggle of her own - tinged with mischief and pleasure at having succeeded - Evie has to move quickly to block the counterattack and her palms and wrists sting with the delayed response as punishment. "Oof, good one!" Stuck in a disadvantageous position, Evie calls on the wind to whip up the water on the floor and fling it toward her opponent's face, hoping to make her flinch away from the droplets instinctively and weaken her pressure so Evie can push back with her own staff and get beneath her guard.
Echoing Elizabeth's laugh with an unrepentant giggle of her own - tinged with mischief and pleasure at having succeeded - Evie has to move quickly to block the counterattack and her palms and wrists sting with the delayed response as punishment. "Oof, good one!" Stuck in a disadvantageous position, Evie calls on the wind to whip up the water on the floor and fling it toward her opponent's face, hoping to make her flinch away from the droplets instinctively and weaken her pressure so Evie can push back with her own staff and get beneath her guard.
so they'll remind you of your beauty
when they bloom each time you cry
when they bloom each time you cry
