EVIE
like love is a bad word
In the moments after the smoke bombards them, Evie regrets her arrival. She has always been the one damaged people come home to, never the adventurer. At first she fears that this is her punishment for daring to try something new, to explore beyond her comfortable boundaries. In the next moment the smoke is gone. Swirling like water down a drain. Leaving her free to breathe, to blink her eyes open and see more than a mass of imposing color. Leaving behind a peculiar creature with an impish smile and a cackling voice. One that asks a tricky question, that prompts choices from those gathered around what appears to have been its home. Many raise their voices in answer, and Evie can't help waffling uncertainly over her own. She can't shake her belief that magic can't be trusted, that a magical debt is the worst thing she could incur. But outright demanding a boon is not only insensitive, it's potentially just as dangerous. Aren't you tired of second guessing yourself? Stuffing her hands in her coat pockets to hide how they ball into fists, the redhead tilts her chin higher and calls out her answer. "I seek a boon."
Evie asks for a boon!
