Evie
The girl admittedly jolts when the man's voice speaking her name comes from seemingly nowhere. She fumbles the knife in her hand, nearly loses it, which causes a fierce blush to erupt across her cheeks. He'd certainly be in his rights to either laugh or scold her considering his lessons last time. Turning, she pouts a little at him as she readjusts her grip on the handle. "I would've made you make me a cool robot hand somehow if you took my damn hand off, Deimos." But the stormy expression clears after a few seconds, walking towards him over the fresh grass. He moves to join her, and she turns back towards her target, making room for him at her side. Smiles at his praise, positively preening beneath it. She hasn't practiced as much as she would like, or perhaps should, but his lessons had at least managed to stick. "Thank you. Care to show me up?" Her blue eyes spark with challenge, though she knows she'll never beat him in a fair match. He has far more experience below his belt, a surety to his aim and his body that Evie will not have for many more years. If ever. She may have confidence in her looks, or perhaps her motions as an apothecarist, but she has never been fully in tune with her own body. Maybe he can help her learn by proxy.
Turning back to the target, she launches one of her throwing knives, privately relieved when it lands solidly. Not a bullseye by any means, but passable. Or so she hopes now that her teacher is here to criticize her work.
be the love you never received
the love you've always wanted
