Evie
Evie releases a breath she had known in theory she'd been holding, accustomed to Amhran's unclear implications, but it takes more tension from her shoulders with it than she'd anticipated. Evie reaches into his section of soil to place her fingers over his, squeezing lightly as she turns her head to look upon him now that her courage has returned.
"You would never cause me pain. I shouldn't have assumed - but there's little I wouldn't do for you, and that can be intimidating too." If 'intimidating' is a suitable word for 'unexpected, early-onset terror upon realizing one's children may not want to stay in their homeland forever and that maternal instinct and nationalism might be equally as strong and also utterly at odds in oneself'. Maybe that's an explanation for when Amhran is older.
"New memories might help the old ones feel less painful," Evie muses as she returns to her portion of seeds, covering what few remain before sitting back on her shins and slapping her thighs lightly with dirty palms in a satisfied manner. A lock of hair flops out of its elastic confines, and she pushes it back without a care for how it too will become literally soiled. Ooh, that's a good mom joke to store for later. "My knowledge will be very outdated given how much it's changed, but we should visit. Let's do it," she proposes brightly, offering a hand for him to shake on it before she can overthink her way into begging off.
"You would never cause me pain. I shouldn't have assumed - but there's little I wouldn't do for you, and that can be intimidating too." If 'intimidating' is a suitable word for 'unexpected, early-onset terror upon realizing one's children may not want to stay in their homeland forever and that maternal instinct and nationalism might be equally as strong and also utterly at odds in oneself'. Maybe that's an explanation for when Amhran is older.
"New memories might help the old ones feel less painful," Evie muses as she returns to her portion of seeds, covering what few remain before sitting back on her shins and slapping her thighs lightly with dirty palms in a satisfied manner. A lock of hair flops out of its elastic confines, and she pushes it back without a care for how it too will become literally soiled. Ooh, that's a good mom joke to store for later. "My knowledge will be very outdated given how much it's changed, but we should visit. Let's do it," she proposes brightly, offering a hand for him to shake on it before she can overthink her way into begging off.
I can wait for you at the bottom, wait years if I gotta
Heaven knows I ain't getting over you
Heaven knows I ain't getting over you
