[Training] the cut of our cloth

Evie

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

She can almost taste the offer he withholds, and that more than his answer is the reason for her fond laughter that echoes quietly around the massive empty space. She loves gifts, loves feeling that she was remembered in moments apart, but she has seen him give so much that it feels unfair. That he respects her outlook - despite surely disagreeing - is endearing.

Not enough to distract her however, despite her slight pout at her failure. She can see the shake of the discarded pebbles and clothing as he redirects the wave back towards her, and she summons a small stone platform to rise above the quake, putting her a few inches taller as well. They’re pretty close to the wire now, playing with proverbial fire, and Evie is eager to end the game no matter who wins. She sends the discarded leaves - and any remaining in her hair - to skitter along the floor towards his face, eager to return the favor even without the accompanying wind.

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