EVELYN
Options to consider, to discuss and unravel. Many a thought percolated through her mind, wondering at what the future held, where it would lead them - where they would lead it.
They were alive, at least in the sense of what the Voice could give to them. The only one to listen, to respond, to extend their lives beyond what the Old Gods would have them suffer through.
She kept packing wood into the sled, finding comfort in the old familiar sound, but still revelling in all that was new about the task this year too. Her head tilted as she gave consideration to her sister's question, her hand coming to rest a finger on her chin, tapping it thoughtfully.
Then a smile lit up her face as she settled on an idea that appealed to her. "I think it's time to try something different," her words were delivered with a hint of excitement, but not too much - it was better left unsaid, unexplained, the full reasoning why she wanted to venture to new grounds, to avoid the farm unless absolutely necessary, at least for a time.
It was how she Evelyn was coping with it all.
"We might meet others, like us," she supplied with a shrug, not elaborately on whether she meant other Ascended, or other refugees, seeking out safety in numbers against the demons of the Longnight.
They were alive, at least in the sense of what the Voice could give to them. The only one to listen, to respond, to extend their lives beyond what the Old Gods would have them suffer through.
She kept packing wood into the sled, finding comfort in the old familiar sound, but still revelling in all that was new about the task this year too. Her head tilted as she gave consideration to her sister's question, her hand coming to rest a finger on her chin, tapping it thoughtfully.
Then a smile lit up her face as she settled on an idea that appealed to her. "I think it's time to try something different," her words were delivered with a hint of excitement, but not too much - it was better left unsaid, unexplained, the full reasoning why she wanted to venture to new grounds, to avoid the farm unless absolutely necessary, at least for a time.
It was how she Evelyn was coping with it all.
"We might meet others, like us," she supplied with a shrug, not elaborately on whether she meant other Ascended, or other refugees, seeking out safety in numbers against the demons of the Longnight.
innocence
is but an illusion
is but an illusion
