[Training] the cut of our cloth

Evie

i'll plant a row of daisy seeds
in the space beneath each eye

The Barracks are strange at night. Empty, echoing, contrastingly well-maintained and seemingly deserted. Desolate buildings don’t scare Evie after a lifetime in the Grounds, but the echo of her steps inspire the Evergreen to be lighter on her feet like a sneaking child avoiding squeaky stairs.

Deimos had invited her to a late night training session, well after the hours they’d both planned to be busy, but Evie can’t help the fond smile and lack of surprise to find him still at work by firelight when she finally happens across him. “Sure you’ll still have energy to spar after a full day wrangling soldiers?” she teases lightly as she approaches, marveling at the still-novel ability to step into his space to slide her arm behind his back, bumping their hips lightly in a loose embrace as she looks up at him, cheeky but relaxed. “Hi,” she murmurs softly, a proper greeting following in the wake of her gentle ribbing.

so they'll remind you of your beauty
when they bloom each time you cry