Evie
i'll plant a row of daisy seeds
in the space beneath each eye
in the space beneath each eye
There are whispers as she walks down the center street of the Settlement. Is that Evie? The Evergreen - Wordsworth? Where has she been? Snatches of questions and names, only half that mean anything to her. She could answer them all now, but it wouldn't be nearly as fun to read via exposition now would it? For now the questions are ignored, with a grace and determination she has always had but which now seems fortified, settled within her. These stones have carried her for years down this path, and she traces each step from memory.
Her apothecary is overgrown but otherwise untouched, door still locked. Procuring the key from her pocket, she lets herself in, the door swinging wide and remaining open behind her. Evie trails inside, blue eyes taking in dust and debris from scattered leaves and petals. They crunch beneath her feet as she wanders through her shop. Hand lifting to touch one by the window that stubbornly clings to life, and with a bit of magic it begins to flourish anew.
And Evie smiles.
Her apothecary is overgrown but otherwise untouched, door still locked. Procuring the key from her pocket, she lets herself in, the door swinging wide and remaining open behind her. Evie trails inside, blue eyes taking in dust and debris from scattered leaves and petals. They crunch beneath her feet as she wanders through her shop. Hand lifting to touch one by the window that stubbornly clings to life, and with a bit of magic it begins to flourish anew.
And Evie smiles.
so they'll remind you of your beauty
when they bloom each time you cry
when they bloom each time you cry
