EVIE
like love is a bad word
There's no denying that Evie has missed something. Something important, potentially huge. It lives in the strained lines of Amalia's smile, the dull color to her vibrant eyes. But she is not outright denied, and Evie doesn't intend to let the Shield hide away from her for very long. She can be patient...for now."It's definitely... convenient," she says slowly, picking her words carefully. Amalia has always been a worrier, and Evie doesn't want to add that weight to her sister's shoulders. "I feel like I hardly know her anymore." Recalling the woman's sharp greeting and her own puzzled reaction. It had been just the three of them for so long, and to have their reunion smeared with unexpected bitterness and stoicism had been heartbreaking. She prays that Amalia had not been subjected to the same.
Evie trails behind the maiden whose hand she still holds close, eyes taking in the sights once more as a cold wind skins past her ankles. When the touch is broken Evie frowns, shame and regret writhing in her breast as she moves to gently touch her hand to Amalia's elbow. Easier to shake off if the woman desires. "I know. I'm being as careful as I can, but making myself valuable early on is the best I can do." Though she likes Loren decently considering their genial meetings, Evie doesn't outright defend him, wondering what he has done to earn Amalia's distrust. She steps closer, gentle hands moving to pause the anxious motions she witnesses. Staring earnestly into shuttered eyes. "You know I'm not adventurer like you. I'm likely the safest of us all right now, nobody wants to visit Halo in Leafchange," she laughs weakly. "But I can't keep letting my magic control me. You know that." Amalia more than anyone must understand how desperate Evie is for control. For community. Even if Zariah is the one heading the group.
