Evie
For you are made of nebulas and novas and night sky
You're made of memories you bury
You're made of memories you bury
Evie smiles lethargically, grateful for the steadfast offer of aid even if Alys understandably could not magically grow seeds the same way she could. "There's some infected frostblooms that need to be pulled out, I don't know if they can infect the other plants but I don't want to chance it." And with this being the marked pathway into the Citadel, she doesn't want what had happened to Deimos to happen to any of the people coming to their aid.
Reaching out, Evie squeezes the seer's elbow, trying to muster up her energy into a comforting smile. "This too shall pass. Us being lucky just means we have more energy and time to devote to helping those who were not so blessed." Unaware that Alys had moved just before the impact, whether she'd been in Halo or not, Evie can only assume she means the shop and her loved ones are all okay. "We have seasons yet to rebuild, right? Though it's hard not to try and do it all immediately." Her grin turns sheepish, aware she and Deimos are running themselves into the ground trying to do exactly that.
Turning, she uses her magic to carefully extract the infected frostblooms from the untouched portions of greenery. “Be careful not to get too close or to touch them,” she warns, remembering how they had effected Deimos. It’s certainly strange to weed them out from afar, but it would be good practice for Alys to use her magic if nothing else. Right now, Academy training was the least of Evie’s concerns. As they meander down the side of the well-trodden path to the gates, weeding out infected variants, Evie takes a moment to be grateful for Alys’ friendship and having been sought out. It makes her efforts much easier to bear.
- Fin!
Reaching out, Evie squeezes the seer's elbow, trying to muster up her energy into a comforting smile. "This too shall pass. Us being lucky just means we have more energy and time to devote to helping those who were not so blessed." Unaware that Alys had moved just before the impact, whether she'd been in Halo or not, Evie can only assume she means the shop and her loved ones are all okay. "We have seasons yet to rebuild, right? Though it's hard not to try and do it all immediately." Her grin turns sheepish, aware she and Deimos are running themselves into the ground trying to do exactly that.
Turning, she uses her magic to carefully extract the infected frostblooms from the untouched portions of greenery. “Be careful not to get too close or to touch them,” she warns, remembering how they had effected Deimos. It’s certainly strange to weed them out from afar, but it would be good practice for Alys to use her magic if nothing else. Right now, Academy training was the least of Evie’s concerns. As they meander down the side of the well-trodden path to the gates, weeding out infected variants, Evie takes a moment to be grateful for Alys’ friendship and having been sought out. It makes her efforts much easier to bear.
- Fin!
Or memories you live by
