Evie
a princess with lips made of glass and a voice cut from steel
Another crown spins to life in his fingers, as sure as any metalworker, contrasting with his dark hair and fair cheeks. She grins to meet his own, feeling like a young girl hidden away in a blanket fort with Peter at her side. Reveling in the simplistic joy they are cultivating intentionally between them. Both deciding to leave darkness and despair at the door, to think about another time. "I'd say we're tyrants for the purpose of alliteration, but that's just mean." Laughing softly she combs her brain for another adjective, a task lost to the question he poses."Because the Gods scorn those born with magic, the Abandoned, because once upon a time a few Abandoned gained enough power to challenge the Gods themselves. Seeking to be new gods. So the Old Gods became...afraid I guess after they won. Resentful. And the people followed their lead." A story she had turned over in her mind for her entire life, wondering why she and those like her were so hated for something they could never control.
Apricum is a fitting distraction, and she takes the correction in stride, smiling and nodding even as her hand touches upon the bone it's made of. "It it is." Entranced by stroking the eager thing, the odd sensation of tempered bone beneath her palm. It is an odd, impossible creature, and she adores it for those very reasons.
"Kind of? Peter! You have to tell me more than that!" The who, what, when, where, why. She is a romantic at heart, and the idea of her new friend being swept away on the tides of courtship is positively riveting.
