Evie
Evie breathes a sigh of relief to see the woman’s shoulders even out as her weight finds stability on the shelf the Evergreen has made. Though she does shoot a baffled, exasperated look over her shoulder at Melita where the woman in the crevice cannot witness it. The Honeybee ventures closer as the stranger calls up an answer, and Evie wonders how common volcanic rock collecting must be for both of them to be doing it on the same day. Then again, she knows little of Torchline, so perhaps it’s a ritual of some sorts.
Evie plainly and shamelessly spectates as Amanda’s magic plays out below her and Melita. “Oh, well I'm also doing that actually. Though I was admittedly using my magic to create my own rocks instead of finding the loose fragments.” Which feels a little like cheating now that she’s witnessing the effort the stranger is putting into her own crusade, but clearly she has her own magic to make things easier.
Accustomed to the brusque nature Amanda seems to display, Evie obligingly slides a little farther back at the warning before standing. She takes a quick moment to smile at Melita and her companions, adorable as ever, before she responds. “If you’d like I can help you gather a larger chunk so it’s safer?” It’s called down into the crevice, feeling restless with someone in any more danger than they strictly required being in her general presence. Sidling closer to Melita, she reaches out to touch the young woman’s shoulder in a friendly greeting, not wanting her to feel forgotten while they both watch like vultures from the lip of the crevice.
Evie plainly and shamelessly spectates as Amanda’s magic plays out below her and Melita. “Oh, well I'm also doing that actually. Though I was admittedly using my magic to create my own rocks instead of finding the loose fragments.” Which feels a little like cheating now that she’s witnessing the effort the stranger is putting into her own crusade, but clearly she has her own magic to make things easier.
Accustomed to the brusque nature Amanda seems to display, Evie obligingly slides a little farther back at the warning before standing. She takes a quick moment to smile at Melita and her companions, adorable as ever, before she responds. “If you’d like I can help you gather a larger chunk so it’s safer?” It’s called down into the crevice, feeling restless with someone in any more danger than they strictly required being in her general presence. Sidling closer to Melita, she reaches out to touch the young woman’s shoulder in a friendly greeting, not wanting her to feel forgotten while they both watch like vultures from the lip of the crevice.
Cover your crystal eyes
And let your colors bleed and blend with mine
And let your colors bleed and blend with mine
