EVIE
there ain't no doubt in no ones mind
Had Evie noticed? No, of course not. She was consumed in her anger, pulled in by the blackhole of Rory's emotion and happy to explode along with her people. Evie was that sort after all. The bandwagon-jumper, the face in the crowd who didn't bother to look, the one who liked the sound of her own voice. Flawed? Of course, but unapologetically so. Sort of.
Flinching as Deimos suddenly threw another dagger, Evie inhaled a shocked but impressed gasp as it nestled itself with unfettered neatness against the angle of the first blade. "Oh. Well done then."
Briefly Evie wondered if she hadn't just walked into some immensely dangerous scenerio from which her quick wit and prominent last name wouldn't save her. However what fell from the reaper's lips was not the threat she'd imagined it would be, but what seemed like an attempt at conversation. Her apprehension disappeared, and the red-head flashed a bright white smile as she held up the basket on her arm.
"Herbs, mostly." She said with a casual shrug. "I'm an apothecarist." Evie added, which was true. The bit about needing the herbs however, wasn't. Still, having an assortment of random dried leaves in her shop gave the impression that all of Evie's healing was in fact done naturally, rather than magically. Which was of course the point.
"And you? Just out...throwing knives?"
that love's the finest thing around
