Evie
The sweetness of the roll is distracting enough to tear her gaze briefly back from the foxes to Deimos' face, watching him enjoy his own portion of the appetizer he'd brought. Mentally noting to weasel out of him the supplier of the cinnamon butter later, the Evergreen returns her attention to the newly named frost foxes. Whatever Deimos is doing or grabbing is momentarily ignored as she watches a pair of kits go tumbling through the spring grass, one of them with its ear firmly in its sibling's mouth. She smothers her endeared laugh into the rest of her roll. So many of the creatures in Halo are primordial and threatening, it's a breath of fresh air to see something so cute, so innocent.
His voice in her ear is a familiar rumble that has taken on the equally familiar teaching tone she has heard him utilize a thousand times before. "I wonder if they evolved to sound that way to avoid predation," she muses as she turns, eyes immediately zeroing in on the spread of fruit the Sword has revealed. "They're lovely, whatever the reason." And her smile sits warm in her eyes as she meets his, suspecting he had planned for the odds to fall in favor of this happening. Seeking out the grapes readily - they were her favorites too, the green ones - the Evergreen takes a moment to enjoy a few, relishing the tart-sweet combination on her tongue. "Do you ever miss the animals from the Grounds or the Wilds?" The ones that were there to be observed and admired instead of hunted, like the luxere.
His voice in her ear is a familiar rumble that has taken on the equally familiar teaching tone she has heard him utilize a thousand times before. "I wonder if they evolved to sound that way to avoid predation," she muses as she turns, eyes immediately zeroing in on the spread of fruit the Sword has revealed. "They're lovely, whatever the reason." And her smile sits warm in her eyes as she meets his, suspecting he had planned for the odds to fall in favor of this happening. Seeking out the grapes readily - they were her favorites too, the green ones - the Evergreen takes a moment to enjoy a few, relishing the tart-sweet combination on her tongue. "Do you ever miss the animals from the Grounds or the Wilds?" The ones that were there to be observed and admired instead of hunted, like the luxere.
Cover your crystal eyes
And let your colors bleed and blend with mine
And let your colors bleed and blend with mine
