Evie
The Wordsworth twins aren't exactly bulky warriors. Sam looked more like a sad wilted green bean, and Evie could probably be snapped in half with a well-placed blow. In the time since she had been studying more anatomy and environmental biology, Evie has come to realize that if an emergency ever occurs, she is essentially dead weight as a fighter. Once upon a time that hadn't bothered Evie. She is an apothecarist, a healer. Though her thoughts on pacifism are convoluted, she has always known that her hands weren't born to take up the sword.
Well, she has decided otherwise. Why can't she be both? Why can't she at least try to sharpen her edges into something better? Something that can save people in other ways? So she finds herself here, a target set up and throwing the closest knife she has to an offensive dagger over and over at it. Learning the spin and heft of it, even as she pouts and grows frustrated at her slow progress. But Evie is a stubborn girl, and she trots after it every time to fetch it and throw it again, hoping that it's at least a start.
be the love you never received
the love you've always wanted
