Evie
Evie startles slightly at the blink hates suddenly scattering, but her laughter chases in their wake, sheepish but unapologetic. Deimos does nearly exactly the same, and Evie follows suit in utilizing her magic to try and snag at the displaced dew before it hits the ground. She isn’t sure if the dew will count if it is from their fur, so she then focuses on the flowers once more, still grinning - and only deepening cheekily as Alys and Noah make their complaints clear.
“Yessir Sentinel,” she responds, tongue-in-cheek to Noah as she glances at him over her shoulder, blue eyes glittering with juvenile humor. Then shooting a playfully narrowed look at Deimos as if saying see? Behave. Not that she believes either of them will be able to hold to that for long.
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Evie tries to catch the displaced dew with her water magic before refocusing on the flowers.
“Yessir Sentinel,” she responds, tongue-in-cheek to Noah as she glances at him over her shoulder, blue eyes glittering with juvenile humor. Then shooting a playfully narrowed look at Deimos as if saying see? Behave. Not that she believes either of them will be able to hold to that for long.
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Evie tries to catch the displaced dew with her water magic before refocusing on the flowers.
let us live like flowers, darling
wild and beautiful and drenched in sun
wild and beautiful and drenched in sun
