Evie
i'll plant a row of daisy seeds
in the space beneath each eye
in the space beneath each eye
What does one do in the wake of losing their last living family member?
Move forward, unfortunately.
Evie has lost enough people in her life to fill multiple tomes. Such was the expected life of anyone born within the barrier. As such she is well-equipped to contend with the crippling weight of grief.
This one, somehow, defies those coping habits.
“Somehow”. She knows why. She feels the absence in her soul where a twin used to reside. The knowledge that even when she dies, she will not be reunited with him.
But Evie is not the type to lay down and die, even with nothing left to live for. She lives on spite alone. And so it is that she’s here in Torchline, hunting down seaweed of all things. The air is cold off the ocean, whipping her bright hair around, and her rolled up pants bare her freckled skin which is tinged blue from wading into the depths of the frigid water. But her stockpile grows, and the tally for her apothecary titters out in her head, and that - for now, for this hour alone - is enough to keep her afloat.
Move forward, unfortunately.
Evie has lost enough people in her life to fill multiple tomes. Such was the expected life of anyone born within the barrier. As such she is well-equipped to contend with the crippling weight of grief.
This one, somehow, defies those coping habits.
“Somehow”. She knows why. She feels the absence in her soul where a twin used to reside. The knowledge that even when she dies, she will not be reunited with him.
But Evie is not the type to lay down and die, even with nothing left to live for. She lives on spite alone. And so it is that she’s here in Torchline, hunting down seaweed of all things. The air is cold off the ocean, whipping her bright hair around, and her rolled up pants bare her freckled skin which is tinged blue from wading into the depths of the frigid water. But her stockpile grows, and the tally for her apothecary titters out in her head, and that - for now, for this hour alone - is enough to keep her afloat.
so they'll remind you of your beauty
when they bloom each time you cry
when they bloom each time you cry
