EVIE
like love is a bad word
Her radiance inspires both envy for her beauty and an abiding appreciation for how joyful she appears. It creates a sympathetic response, a wellspring of affection and gratitude nearly choking her. Amalia, of every soul Evie has ever encountered, deserves this more than anyone. Her radiant soul at last witnessed and recognized by someone who can give her the love and partnership she deserves. Evie is so swept away by the notion, the news, that it takes a moment for news of her injury to sink in. She is not fooled by the tentative ease Amalia employs to deliver it, blue eyes narrowing sharply. "We will talk about that later, mark my words." But for now at least she can allow it to slide away into the crevices of her mind, to agonize over in the dark at night, wondering how quickly Amalia could have been taken from her life. But there is even more news to be shared that is worthy of celebration, and Evie doesn't know how she can hold this much emotion without spilling over. Instead, she wipes away tears that spring quickly to her eyes at the request, knowing that Adam should have been the one to do so, the only worthy man to give her away. But she nods vigorously, overcome. "Yes. Yes, of course!" And embraces her sister once again, bubbling up with all the joy and wonder that can fit in a human soul.
-FIN
