Evie
It is perhaps a little strange to wear a dress in Halo, even in the heart of spring, but Evie's Academy blessing has given her flexibility in her wardrobe that she admittedly enjoys. With no Warden duties left to conspire over or concern herself with today, it is nice to wear something less formal - not that the citizens much care what the Evergreen adorns herself in these days, accustomed to her soil-stained knees and fingers and strange habit of wearing hundreds of pockets filled with vials and other containers.
Hands touching the long grasses at her side absently, Evie doesn't try to fight the faint, peaceful smile on her face as she watches Belial fly above them. Peacetime still feels strange even if it no longer feels new. She prays she never takes it for granted, never forgets the years of darkness before these sunlit hours. Deimos' voice brings her back from the skies and the far-away nature of her memories, and her smile is more present and eager as she turns her face to him. "If you'd told me, I could've prepared something," she scolds lightly. As if he will buy it for even a moment with her more than apparent excitement over the prospect of a creekside picnic. Taking any remaining load from Zuriel's back with a little pet along the unicorn's shoulder, Evie crosses the greenery to come to his side. "Lead the way?" If he has already scouted some opportune spots, she won't take the pleasure of such a surprise from him.
Hands touching the long grasses at her side absently, Evie doesn't try to fight the faint, peaceful smile on her face as she watches Belial fly above them. Peacetime still feels strange even if it no longer feels new. She prays she never takes it for granted, never forgets the years of darkness before these sunlit hours. Deimos' voice brings her back from the skies and the far-away nature of her memories, and her smile is more present and eager as she turns her face to him. "If you'd told me, I could've prepared something," she scolds lightly. As if he will buy it for even a moment with her more than apparent excitement over the prospect of a creekside picnic. Taking any remaining load from Zuriel's back with a little pet along the unicorn's shoulder, Evie crosses the greenery to come to his side. "Lead the way?" If he has already scouted some opportune spots, she won't take the pleasure of such a surprise from him.
Cover your crystal eyes
And let your colors bleed and blend with mine
And let your colors bleed and blend with mine
