Evie
tell me all of the things
that make you feel at ease
Noticing the girl's pebbled skin and shivering, Evie pulls the drawstring at the front of her throat and takes off her traveler's cloak, taking the chance that Senu will allow her close enough so she can swing it over the girl's shoulders and tie it up for her. Hopefully she won't mind the closeness, and Evie smiles as she ties the strings into a little bow. "That should keep you a little warmer." She had long sleeves on, and would be fine until they made it back to her apothecary. Once upon a time she would have invited Senu into the Wordsworth manor, but many things had changed in the past few years. Not just her tentative closeness with Sam, but the growing suspicion and fear in the household as her Accepted status remained unproven as time continued to pass. Subjecting Senu to that kind of atmosphere would be a curse, a cruelty that Evie doesn't have the heart to force her into.
"It's called snow!" she explains eagerly, endeared at the idea of Senu seeing it for the first time. "When water gets too cold, it also forms ice, which is clear and slick." Hopefully she wouldn't figure that out by crashing down on her ass any time soon, Evie thinks with an amused smile. But there are introductions to be done, and the woman is certainly very accomplished from what she hears. "Perhaps you'd like to visit the Artist's Guild then! It's a collection of artists, but I believe there are a few sculptors there as well. And we have a blacksmith in town as well." Maybe she could apprentice beneath them, or maybe even start a shop of her own? At least there were ideas for her to ponder. As they walk on, she keeps close to Senu in case she is needed, the trees thinning the further they walk as buildings begin rising in the dusk light. Evie's feet guide her home instinctively, giving her more time and attention to focus on Senu.
