EVIE
For all their years of chiding Evie for her silt-stained hands and darkened nails, one thing that her parents had never broken her of was getting her hands dirty. Normally this means she's playing in flowerpots or ripping up weeds in her garden. Normal things for an apothecarist, if still exasperating to her straight-laced birthing units. Though Evie has learned over nearly three decades of living in Caido that normal? Yeah that's not really a thing.
But memory mud? Apparently that is.
So Evie does what Evie does best when away from the hawklike gaze of her parents - she breaks rules. Self-imposed really, but it makes her feel rebellious. Shooing away the mud back to the watery shores, making faces att the way it clings to her boots and hands when she begins lifting it and hauling it away. It's harmless, but she probably needs to clear it out anyway if only to ensure the vegetation beneath has a fighting chance to reclaim its territory before Longheat.
But memory mud? Apparently that is.
So Evie does what Evie does best when away from the hawklike gaze of her parents - she breaks rules. Self-imposed really, but it makes her feel rebellious. Shooing away the mud back to the watery shores, making faces att the way it clings to her boots and hands when she begins lifting it and hauling it away. It's harmless, but she probably needs to clear it out anyway if only to ensure the vegetation beneath has a fighting chance to reclaim its territory before Longheat.
Don't look up, just let them think
There's no place else you'd rather be
There's no place else you'd rather be
