EVELYN
Stirring laughter from her sister's lungs was half the appeal of these antics. The giggles, the ecstasy, the shared joy in their secret delight.
How often had they come here, bowing their heads and kneeling before the altar, praying to the old gods for a blessing, a way to save their family from the ruin of a farm they were all slowly dying on? How long did it take them to turn to the Voice, to actually take action, to live and survive and thrive?
Too long. It had taken too long, and the death of their entire family the result.
So she felt no guilt when her sister made such a crass suggestion, only vindication, as she nodded and grinned a devilish grin. "Throw it," she dared, locking her senses upon the object in readiness to grab it with her ability, to have it first dip as it she'd missed it, then lift it to the ceiling at a rapid pace.
How often had they come here, bowing their heads and kneeling before the altar, praying to the old gods for a blessing, a way to save their family from the ruin of a farm they were all slowly dying on? How long did it take them to turn to the Voice, to actually take action, to live and survive and thrive?
Too long. It had taken too long, and the death of their entire family the result.
So she felt no guilt when her sister made such a crass suggestion, only vindication, as she nodded and grinned a devilish grin. "Throw it," she dared, locking her senses upon the object in readiness to grab it with her ability, to have it first dip as it she'd missed it, then lift it to the ceiling at a rapid pace.
innocence
is but an illusion
is but an illusion
