EVELYN
It was a time of celebration, of tradition, of joy and festivities. Last year had been disastrous, but so much had changed since then - they'd grown so much, and then not at all, frozen in their sixteen-year-old bodies since Ascending, gaining life and other gifts along the way.
The smiles and laughter were all a front, but she wore them nonetheless, skipping with long, floating strides as she toyed with the gravity around her - a dancer with the ability to take leaps that literally defied gravity.
And when her sister hesitated, she knew full well why, but she took her twin's hands in hers and pulled her along all the same, encouraging the weight of the world to lighten up around them, that they might bring some light and laughter to this festival of change.
A pause in her stride as the Herald of Nature arrived, though she kept the leaves and petals that her abilities had stirred up swirling around her, a slowly shifting vortex of floral wonder. Her attention shifted yet again, as it was wont to do, as she spottedAzrael, the young child who seemed to grow before their eyes as the twins watched over them whenever Bastien needed, a brighter, more genuine smile returning to her lips.
With graceful steps she approached the man and the child, a polite curtsey of greeting given, before she asked both: "Would Azrael like to come dance with me?" Letting her smile turn into a smirk, she continued to stir up the many flower petals that followed her, finding it an endlessly amusing activity to engage in.
The smiles and laughter were all a front, but she wore them nonetheless, skipping with long, floating strides as she toyed with the gravity around her - a dancer with the ability to take leaps that literally defied gravity.
And when her sister hesitated, she knew full well why, but she took her twin's hands in hers and pulled her along all the same, encouraging the weight of the world to lighten up around them, that they might bring some light and laughter to this festival of change.
A pause in her stride as the Herald of Nature arrived, though she kept the leaves and petals that her abilities had stirred up swirling around her, a slowly shifting vortex of floral wonder. Her attention shifted yet again, as it was wont to do, as she spotted
With graceful steps she approached the man and the child, a polite curtsey of greeting given, before she asked both: "Would Azrael like to come dance with me?" Letting her smile turn into a smirk, she continued to stir up the many flower petals that followed her, finding it an endlessly amusing activity to engage in.
innocence
is but an illusion
is but an illusion
