EVIE
This is her first LongNight outside of her ancestral home.
It's no small decision, one her parents had objected to in painful ways. Evie wonders how long ago it was that they forced themselves to forget her Abandoned nature. When it was they convinced themselves her gifts were only talent, that she was not a disappointment greater than her twin.
There is logic to spreading out in small groups, and the other Naturals had understood that. Part of her wonders, in the wake of the drama and loss that is already erupting around her, if they've really made the right decision. But she must hold faith, even if it had never been reciprocated. The Gods may have tossed her from their graces, but she is still here. Trying.
Evie sighs, a hand reaching idly for one of her sprouts, and what happens next is only noticed from her peripheral vision as she reaches. The sprout bends impossibly towards her fingers in a non-existent wind, long before they touch on the edge of the pot. Evie stumbled backwards so fast she topples her chair loudly, blue eyes staring wide and terrified at the tiny plant.
No. No. Please no. Please.
Her hands shake, and she clutches them to her chest, twisting her fingers together until her skin goes white and her knuckles ache. No, no. It was just a trick of the light. She's just tired. She doesn't have a new magic, she can't.
Evie doesn't cry. Too many long years of this burden has dried all of them until she is merely a husk. A vessel for this cursed magic that has destroyed her life and torn her from the side of her Gods. But she does sink to the floor, burying her head between her knees, and wonders what she ever did so wrong to deserve this kind of curse.
It's no small decision, one her parents had objected to in painful ways. Evie wonders how long ago it was that they forced themselves to forget her Abandoned nature. When it was they convinced themselves her gifts were only talent, that she was not a disappointment greater than her twin.
There is logic to spreading out in small groups, and the other Naturals had understood that. Part of her wonders, in the wake of the drama and loss that is already erupting around her, if they've really made the right decision. But she must hold faith, even if it had never been reciprocated. The Gods may have tossed her from their graces, but she is still here. Trying.
Evie sighs, a hand reaching idly for one of her sprouts, and what happens next is only noticed from her peripheral vision as she reaches. The sprout bends impossibly towards her fingers in a non-existent wind, long before they touch on the edge of the pot. Evie stumbled backwards so fast she topples her chair loudly, blue eyes staring wide and terrified at the tiny plant.
No. No. Please no. Please.
Her hands shake, and she clutches them to her chest, twisting her fingers together until her skin goes white and her knuckles ache. No, no. It was just a trick of the light. She's just tired. She doesn't have a new magic, she can't.
Evie doesn't cry. Too many long years of this burden has dried all of them until she is merely a husk. A vessel for this cursed magic that has destroyed her life and torn her from the side of her Gods. But she does sink to the floor, burying her head between her knees, and wonders what she ever did so wrong to deserve this kind of curse.
