EVIE
like love is a bad word
It is her first real return to the place she has always called home, and already she is departing it. After checking in on her shop to service her regulars - aware of her move and now resorting to bulk orders - Evie shoulders her newly filled pack with seeds and starters for the greenhouse, and sets out early for the Greatwood. Celebrations and traditions were sometimes all they had growing up. The crutch they leaned on to keep them marching ever onward, no real end in sight. Guided only by the light in the distance that was only really a reflection of their flickering hope. Evie wishes she could go back to those people, those who lived and died only knowing the barrier. She wishes she could take their hands in her own and tell them we made it. It feels unfair sometimes that she is now able to explore this large, grand world when her ancestors could not.
So in deference to their sacrifice, she heads into the Greatwood. Ludo's woods call to her, but she does not venture towards them just yet. Simply taking the time to gaze upon the changes already in motion in the Wildwood. The color that invades each living thing in a brilliant display of death in motion. Evie has more to mourn this season, and it weighs heavy on her soul.
