Evie
It fits strangely for the both of them, and that’s why Evie tries to make a pointed effort to adjust to hearing people call her by a title instead of a name. It’s entirely selfish the way she asks Deimos to come along with her, but she knows they’ll both enjoy the destruction and mayhem she has planned for them after this visit and couldn’t turn down the opportunity.
The heat of the forge makes her a little overly warm so she strips her jacket and lays it over her arm, listening keenly as Deimos makes his inquiries. “No, sir. I’ve seen teeth before, but never this big, and the smaller ones aren’t good for forging anyway.” Evie nods more to herself than anyone else at the response. It makes sense; smaller teeth certainly didn’t have these kinds of properties, they were used far more regularly in crafting and jewelry.
The Evergreen watches with a hint of a smile as Deimos introduces his magic to the process, always eager to see him at work, wielding magic on a level she’s never seen from anyone else. The forgemaster is a true Halovian, undaunted by the magic itself nor the inclusion of it in his work; he goes about striking the tooth with his hammer as if to shape it, working at it for a consistent few rounds of blows before he pulls away with a shrug. Evie leans in, knowing Deimos wouldn’t burn her even if he did pull back late. “Not even a scratch,” she marvels out loud, watching the tooth glow slightly from the heat it had absorbed.
The heat of the forge makes her a little overly warm so she strips her jacket and lays it over her arm, listening keenly as Deimos makes his inquiries. “No, sir. I’ve seen teeth before, but never this big, and the smaller ones aren’t good for forging anyway.” Evie nods more to herself than anyone else at the response. It makes sense; smaller teeth certainly didn’t have these kinds of properties, they were used far more regularly in crafting and jewelry.
The Evergreen watches with a hint of a smile as Deimos introduces his magic to the process, always eager to see him at work, wielding magic on a level she’s never seen from anyone else. The forgemaster is a true Halovian, undaunted by the magic itself nor the inclusion of it in his work; he goes about striking the tooth with his hammer as if to shape it, working at it for a consistent few rounds of blows before he pulls away with a shrug. Evie leans in, knowing Deimos wouldn’t burn her even if he did pull back late. “Not even a scratch,” she marvels out loud, watching the tooth glow slightly from the heat it had absorbed.
I see you when you chase the dreams inside your head
and when you laugh and love until the bitter end
and when you laugh and love until the bitter end
