Evie
I see what lies heavy on your heart
Her success has her crowing, discordant harmony to his booming laughter as it echoes in the large empty space. It's a temporary victory - Deimos can clean and dry his clothes with magic before they even exit the spa - but they are proverbial points in Evie's favor in her little book of meaningless mayhem.
She does pause long enough to ogle appropriately as her partner strips, flashing a grin that is far whiter now in contrast to her muddied face, waggling her eyebrows ridiculously. Only for them to still and slowly draw together and down as her eyes narrow, eyes flickering upward as the mud begins to shift and move around her, recalling a similar act in the springs. "Don't you dare," she warns, and moments later shriek-laughs as it hurtles to her, bringing her forearms up to shield herself at the same time as she uses her own earth magic to cut as much of a path through the giant bubble as she can in the shape of her body. It splits, but messily, leaving her further sprayed. An arc of her hand sends a cohesive wave up and over the edge of the pool in an attempt to spray up his legs in revenge, grateful that the thickness of the mud ensures she can't tip over from the force of his antics as had happened in the springs.
She does pause long enough to ogle appropriately as her partner strips, flashing a grin that is far whiter now in contrast to her muddied face, waggling her eyebrows ridiculously. Only for them to still and slowly draw together and down as her eyes narrow, eyes flickering upward as the mud begins to shift and move around her, recalling a similar act in the springs. "Don't you dare," she warns, and moments later shriek-laughs as it hurtles to her, bringing her forearms up to shield herself at the same time as she uses her own earth magic to cut as much of a path through the giant bubble as she can in the shape of her body. It splits, but messily, leaving her further sprayed. An arc of her hand sends a cohesive wave up and over the edge of the pool in an attempt to spray up his legs in revenge, grateful that the thickness of the mud ensures she can't tip over from the force of his antics as had happened in the springs.
and the strength you still keep inside
