EVIE
There is plenty of reason to want to yell, but Deimos has never been the type, and it startles Evie so hard when he erupts at her side that her nails dig into his elbow - instinctively keeping him close even when he is the one who scared her. Abandoning her concerned oversight of Alys, she turns her head towards him, baffled.
What’s more confusing is he seems just as taken aback, muttering apologies immediately. “Clearly,” she manages to utter, looking over his shoulder at where a solitary man begins to dance. “But it…seems harmless?” For now. But how much longer? Then she sees Melita approach Talyson, all fire and rage, and she winces. She certainly won’t be the one to stick her neck out for the courier, might even enjoy seeing him lambasted, but it wasn’t going to turn out well. “Or maybe not.”
What’s more confusing is he seems just as taken aback, muttering apologies immediately. “Clearly,” she manages to utter, looking over his shoulder at where a solitary man begins to dance. “But it…seems harmless?” For now. But how much longer? Then she sees Melita approach Talyson, all fire and rage, and she winces. She certainly won’t be the one to stick her neck out for the courier, might even enjoy seeing him lambasted, but it wasn’t going to turn out well. “Or maybe not.”
Don't look up, just let them think
There's no place else you'd rather be
There's no place else you'd rather be
