Evie
i'll plant a row of daisy seeds
in the space beneath each eye
in the space beneath each eye
In the wake of Deimos and Amalia getting married, Evie is riding the gentle lull of contentment and euphoria that comes from seeing your sister be bonded eternally to the man she loves. Admittedly the time is winding closer and closer before she is able to return to Halo, before the portal is trapped beneath snow and ice that even the Academy's magical blessing cannot ward off. It only makes her decision harder, trying to determine where she she's needed, where she fits. Evie scoffs softly to herself as she walks across the pitted surface of the Bone Bridge. As if it matters where she fits. What is important is keeping her loved ones safe, being on hand to assist during LongNight's cruel hours.
Her time in Torchline had been extremely successful, as evident by the bulging bag at her side, teeming with seeds and starters. Books and journals. All native to Torchline and inaccessible in the Hollowed Ground. For now. Evie definitely intends to get a greenhouse started, though whether that will fall before or after LongNight she's not quite sure...
Lost in thought, she brushes away a lock of red hair that tickles over her cheek, abuzz with plans and timelines that never seem to properly mesh.
Her time in Torchline had been extremely successful, as evident by the bulging bag at her side, teeming with seeds and starters. Books and journals. All native to Torchline and inaccessible in the Hollowed Ground. For now. Evie definitely intends to get a greenhouse started, though whether that will fall before or after LongNight she's not quite sure...
Lost in thought, she brushes away a lock of red hair that tickles over her cheek, abuzz with plans and timelines that never seem to properly mesh.
so they'll remind you of your beauty
when they bloom each time you cry
when they bloom each time you cry
