The nightlife is verbose, vivacious, in ways Evie never expects but enjoys every time she finds herself among their songs and symphonies. Crickets, frogs, night birds. They are as welcome here in this hour as she hopes that she is. Wishing she had been born any other race, perhaps an Attuned with wings to fly and join the wilderness and escape her human problems.
It's a depressing turn of thought, and she huffs aloud at it, frowning and shoving her hair over her shoulder. It's a time for thinking and reminiscing, but sometimes she is just tired of her own melancholy. Her bravado may be no more than an illusion, but it is a comforting act to fall into.
It's not the croaking of the raven or the humming that attracts her attention as she passes, but the silver strands of hair glowing beneath the moonlight. Evie hesitates for a moment before striding towards him, taking in the soft words as she approaches slowly, reluctant to worsen the situation. Her hands seem to burn, and she swallows nervously, forces the words through the block in her throat. "Do you need help? I can help heal it, or if you need some extra hands?" Here she grins, wiggling her fingers towards the man in offering as she tries to shake her shadowed thoughts.
It's a depressing turn of thought, and she huffs aloud at it, frowning and shoving her hair over her shoulder. It's a time for thinking and reminiscing, but sometimes she is just tired of her own melancholy. Her bravado may be no more than an illusion, but it is a comforting act to fall into.
It's not the croaking of the raven or the humming that attracts her attention as she passes, but the silver strands of hair glowing beneath the moonlight. Evie hesitates for a moment before striding towards him, taking in the soft words as she approaches slowly, reluctant to worsen the situation. Her hands seem to burn, and she swallows nervously, forces the words through the block in her throat. "Do you need help? I can help heal it, or if you need some extra hands?" Here she grins, wiggling her fingers towards the man in offering as she tries to shake her shadowed thoughts.
