Evie
normality is a paved road
comfortable to walk, but where no flowers grow
comfortable to walk, but where no flowers grow
Evie is far from a seamstress, so like most Halovian women once word of the ball had reached them, she had outsourced her dress shopping to a land with far more textile options - Torchline. It had been a simple thing to have Deimos assist her with taking her measurements, a lengthy letter with preferences, and a satchel of money tied to a messenger bird to seal the deal. A little risky given she wouldn't see the final product until pickup, but Evie had been willing to take that chance to spare a secondary trip.
Now, she has to make the final pieces herself, thus why she is on the coastline hunting for shells. There are quite a few tidepools to explore and Evie is hoping to find pearls or sea glass or any other small things to turn into a little tiara to go with her gown. Though the cold doesn't bother her much now as an Academy student, she finds the water is decently warm even in spring - making wading into it up to her knees a surprisingly pleasant affair that Halo admittedly cannot match. Long hair tied in a fiery topknot as she prowls through the latest tidepool, the Evergreen mutters to herself when yet another shell comes up broken and unusable, tossing it aside.
Now, she has to make the final pieces herself, thus why she is on the coastline hunting for shells. There are quite a few tidepools to explore and Evie is hoping to find pearls or sea glass or any other small things to turn into a little tiara to go with her gown. Though the cold doesn't bother her much now as an Academy student, she finds the water is decently warm even in spring - making wading into it up to her knees a surprisingly pleasant affair that Halo admittedly cannot match. Long hair tied in a fiery topknot as she prowls through the latest tidepool, the Evergreen mutters to herself when yet another shell comes up broken and unusable, tossing it aside.
