Evie
Bread utterly forgotten despite still sitting sticky and enticing in her palm, the Evergreen positions herself high on her knees and then goes utterly still so as not to startle the foxes across the stream. Deimos seems to feel the same with the way his voice is pitched to a whisper, delivering the name of the beautiful creatures that stretch their legs and scent the air as they emerge from their burrows. It seems a plain name for their beauty, but Evie can't deny the accuracy of the title. Even now she can't help but lament the misfortune of their noises and how disorienting they could be to a Halovian. Still, babies are babies, and the Evergreen is enchanted.
"Barely," she whispers back, and takes a bite out of her roll for good measure - to silence herself for any measure of time. Slowly sitting back on her heels now that she's sure her view won't be impeded (as if those scant inches had really done much) Evie swallows and tears her eyes away reluctantly to glance at Deimos. "What do you know about them?" Their name, obviously, but she doubts that is the end of it.
"Barely," she whispers back, and takes a bite out of her roll for good measure - to silence herself for any measure of time. Slowly sitting back on her heels now that she's sure her view won't be impeded (as if those scant inches had really done much) Evie swallows and tears her eyes away reluctantly to glance at Deimos. "What do you know about them?" Their name, obviously, but she doubts that is the end of it.
Cover your crystal eyes
And let your colors bleed and blend with mine
And let your colors bleed and blend with mine
