Evie
through her, in a rush of musk and saffron
Evie does not have the ease of being on the sidelines if only because Micah seems to be content to stay firmly between her shins. She senses wariness from him, but no real fear. Whether that's because of her proximity or something inherent in his personality she doesn't know, but she's relieved all the same when hackles do not rise and Belial does not seem to be aggressive either.
As Belial inches closer, Micah strains forward without moving his paws, meeting noses. Evie has to bite her lip to hold in a laugh at how cute it looks, merely rising an incredulous brow at Deimos. Micah - seemingly deciding then and there that all is well - marches forward and butts his head against whatever piece of Belial is closest, tail swaying and curling pleasantly. "Underwhelming honestly," she stage-whispers towards Deimos, humor thick in her throat.
As Belial inches closer, Micah strains forward without moving his paws, meeting noses. Evie has to bite her lip to hold in a laugh at how cute it looks, merely rising an incredulous brow at Deimos. Micah - seemingly deciding then and there that all is well - marches forward and butts his head against whatever piece of Belial is closest, tail swaying and curling pleasantly. "Underwhelming honestly," she stage-whispers towards Deimos, humor thick in her throat.
beauty falls into disarray
