EVIE
there ain't no doubt in no ones mind
Evie moved on light and quick feet through the ruins. She wasn't particularly noisy, but nor was she making any real attempt to veil her position. In fact she was humming beneath her breath, occasionally throwing in the odd word or two when it suited the melody. Today Evie had a basket draped over an arm and she was gathering plants seemingly at random. It was mostly random, to be fair. Though she had some knowledge of botany, Evie Wordsworth was, in a word, a sham. Her parents disapproved of the fact she was born an abandoned, and so they made her hide it. Evie had tried to work at being an apothecarist, and while she did enjoy some aspects of it (creating essential oils were lovely), for the most part being able to identify different species of plants was not really her cup of tea.
And really, if she couldn't tell the difference between the plants, what did it matter. It was her magic doing all the work anyways.
Moving out from behind a broken half-crumbling wall, Evie stopped abruptly as a blade went zinging a few feet in front of her, landing with impressive accuracy. Scowling slightly and ready to whoever it was a gentle reminder about the dangers of knife throwing, her gaze was suddenly swept up in the very commanding presence of Deimos. "Oh." She said to herself, incredibly stupidly, before clearing her throat and trying this first impression again.
Pushing a long strand of copper from her eyes, she quirked a brow and looked pointedly from the blade, back to the reaper. "I suppose I should ask if that's what you were aiming before, before I say whether or not it was any good, hmm?"
that love's the finest thing around
