{se} personal (manta) ray of sunshine

Evie

gender nectar sifting

After a few seasons readjusting to Halo’s temperatures upon moving back, Torchline’s magical cold can hardly hold a candle, even with the biting winds off the ocean’s surface. The sun hangs at her apex in the sky, as planned ahead by correspondence she’d been uncertain would reach a man whose life was spent beneath water, but the response had reached her with enough time to ease those concerns. A small satchel at her hip warms through her leggings, meals prepped and held in glass containers that she had brought with an eager intent to share with the forger.

Sitting on an outdoor pillow at the water’s edge, the Evergreen pulls her hood back to free her long fiery hair, hoping it would help her friend find her among the few other brave souls on the cold beach.

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