Evie
i'll plant a row of daisy seeds
in the space beneath each eye
in the space beneath each eye
As a friend of men like Deimos, Evie is well-trained at spotting the subtle shines and sparkles of emotion beneath stoic veneers and poker faces alike. Her own is far less reserved, tempered by the weight on her shoulders alone, eyes crinkling with the weight of her smile. “You’re an honorable man, Hadama,” she intones seriously, grinning. “Unfortunately I won’t be remaining in Torchline, but I can prepare some things before we meet again.” Evie pauses, and as the flames crackle beneath her flint work, she considers the presumptuousness of that sentence. “If you’d like, of course.”
Evie sets about using her magic again to bring stones to their sides on rolling waves of sand, which she uses to prop the shells on. Pausing as she watches him readjust, she hesitates. “Are you alright? I can use my magic to create a little pool for you in the sand, and the waves can fill it.” She’d help him tunnel back out after of course, but she didn’t want him uncomfortable on her behalf when she could give him a lip to rest his arms on, or deeper water than the shallowest stretch of waves reaching for them. “I do cook food most everyday. Though considering how often I’m around plants, I don’t mind eating them raw at all.” She was no vegetarian by any means, but having far greater knowledge of what could safely be eaten off a plant meant Evie ate far more of them than most people.
Evie sets about using her magic again to bring stones to their sides on rolling waves of sand, which she uses to prop the shells on. Pausing as she watches him readjust, she hesitates. “Are you alright? I can use my magic to create a little pool for you in the sand, and the waves can fill it.” She’d help him tunnel back out after of course, but she didn’t want him uncomfortable on her behalf when she could give him a lip to rest his arms on, or deeper water than the shallowest stretch of waves reaching for them. “I do cook food most everyday. Though considering how often I’m around plants, I don’t mind eating them raw at all.” She was no vegetarian by any means, but having far greater knowledge of what could safely be eaten off a plant meant Evie ate far more of them than most people.
so they'll remind you of your beauty
when they bloom each time you cry
when they bloom each time you cry
