Evie
i'll plant a row of daisy seeds
in the space beneath each eye
in the space beneath each eye
It's a graceless effort, but as Elizabeth gets back to her feet and strikes again Evie is grinning wildly. Planting the end of her own staff into the ground to bear the strike, the reverberation stings against her palms and even as she pulls one away to signal a stop to the spar it still tingles. "Let's stop there," she directs, heart still pumping and adrenaline still high. Shaking her arms out, she tucks her staff into the crook of her elbow and approaches Elizabeth with a bright smile.
"You have great instincts and awareness of your body. That's an incredibly strong foundation to build on!" Reaching out a hand, she gestures with her fingers as her ginger brows lift in a silent may I? "Let me heal you and we can discuss a bit more. Do you have any questions?" As she waits for Elizabeth to decide to take her offer (which is admittedly more of a directive given Evie's lifelong career as a healer) she directs her magic through her own body to ease the sting of impressively landed blows before they can settle into debilitating aches.
"You have great instincts and awareness of your body. That's an incredibly strong foundation to build on!" Reaching out a hand, she gestures with her fingers as her ginger brows lift in a silent may I? "Let me heal you and we can discuss a bit more. Do you have any questions?" As she waits for Elizabeth to decide to take her offer (which is admittedly more of a directive given Evie's lifelong career as a healer) she directs her magic through her own body to ease the sting of impressively landed blows before they can settle into debilitating aches.
so they'll remind you of your beauty
when they bloom each time you cry
when they bloom each time you cry
