Evie
Inclining her head in agreement, pleased that despite being the true follower of Safrin he seems reluctant to make any rash decisions regardless of her insight, Evie pencils it away in her head and lets it lie. "We have time. And, like the Ascended, I'm sure we'll need to take each person into account." Or so she hopes, tentatively optimistic that Dygra will not be a divisive force in the way The Voice had been.
She doesn't want to end the day bittersweet and mourning. So many days interspersed throughout the year have been spent already on such things. So, as Deimos throws more wood into the wagon, Evie smoothly bends over as if to grab a limb herself, only to scoop up snow and thrust it down the opening of his collar. In a flash she's off, sprinting over the snow, red hair flying like an enticing ribbon behind her, underscoring her trailing laughter. He can choose to abandon his task to seek revenge or be pelted from a distance if he chooses to be stubborn, and Evie is feeling good about her chances of harassing him into a moment of stupidity. They deserve it, after all.
- Fin <3
She doesn't want to end the day bittersweet and mourning. So many days interspersed throughout the year have been spent already on such things. So, as Deimos throws more wood into the wagon, Evie smoothly bends over as if to grab a limb herself, only to scoop up snow and thrust it down the opening of his collar. In a flash she's off, sprinting over the snow, red hair flying like an enticing ribbon behind her, underscoring her trailing laughter. He can choose to abandon his task to seek revenge or be pelted from a distance if he chooses to be stubborn, and Evie is feeling good about her chances of harassing him into a moment of stupidity. They deserve it, after all.
- Fin <3
the difference between a garden and a graveyard
is what we choose to put in the soil
is what we choose to put in the soil
