EVELYN
Hope was dampened slightly as he offered an alternative view, a world where the monsters weren't slain, where she and her sister would be safer to seek shelter away from the Grounds. And while they both dreamed of the world, of adventure and exploration now that the gift of a second life had been granted to them, Longnight was one of those times where they would feel most secure at home, even if it proved to be the most dangerous. But she nodded all the same, knowing he spoke wisdom, just not wholly accepting the taste of it.
The end of the aisle, the ocean spread out before them, she found her gaze, her focus, finally drifting, finally pulled from the conversation to admire the expanse of sand and water, of clouds in the distant horizon. There were people out there too, some alone, some in couples or groups, all living their own lives. How many of them were Ascended? She had to wonder - another question for her sister, or Wessex, or the Voice. How many had made the decision to accept the Voice's gift like she had her sister? She longed to meet them, to know them.
Pulled back to the conversation by his question, she flashed him a small smile. "A beach to explore," she said in reply, knowing it wasn't exactly what he was asking about - in truth, none of the stalls held things she was interested in, aside from the hilt, sheath and belt she had found from that first crafter. But she had a promise, a bargain struck up with the General, and she was scrupulous ad ruthless enough to follow up on it (and perhaps see if she couldn't have something made for her sister in the meantime). "I will come find you after you return," she said by way of farewell, the time mid-flowerbirth fresh in her mind.
"Oh, I'm Evelyn, by the way. Evelyn Occidendum." And with that, the girl was gone, sights set to the beach, to the ocean, to the world beyond the marketplace - a world wholly unprepared for the whirlwind that was the Ascended girl.
The end of the aisle, the ocean spread out before them, she found her gaze, her focus, finally drifting, finally pulled from the conversation to admire the expanse of sand and water, of clouds in the distant horizon. There were people out there too, some alone, some in couples or groups, all living their own lives. How many of them were Ascended? She had to wonder - another question for her sister, or Wessex, or the Voice. How many had made the decision to accept the Voice's gift like she had her sister? She longed to meet them, to know them.
Pulled back to the conversation by his question, she flashed him a small smile. "A beach to explore," she said in reply, knowing it wasn't exactly what he was asking about - in truth, none of the stalls held things she was interested in, aside from the hilt, sheath and belt she had found from that first crafter. But she had a promise, a bargain struck up with the General, and she was scrupulous ad ruthless enough to follow up on it (and perhaps see if she couldn't have something made for her sister in the meantime). "I will come find you after you return," she said by way of farewell, the time mid-flowerbirth fresh in her mind.
"Oh, I'm Evelyn, by the way. Evelyn Occidendum." And with that, the girl was gone, sights set to the beach, to the ocean, to the world beyond the marketplace - a world wholly unprepared for the whirlwind that was the Ascended girl.
cross me once
i dare you
it is the only chance you will get
i dare you
it is the only chance you will get
