EVIE
like love is a bad word
The cold bites at her fair skin, turns her cheeks a blustery red, but she is here in the throng of gathered ones. Expectant, eager, greedy. The magic of this land is inherent, and beyond the barrier of the Hollowed Grounds Evie isn't surprised to see it flourishing even more.Wrapping her arms right around herself, rhe apothecarist drifts over towards Sam, preferring her twin's familiar face over the sea of strangers gathered like vultures around a fresh carcass.