Frivolous Flowers

Two paths diverge in a crowded wood...and find each other soon after. Evie has intentionally removed Zariah from her memories. She had been unscathed in that particular reign, but as a Natural she had never forgotten the wider scale of damage done, the cruelty exerted over her and her people. So when she bustles by, busy and distracted by the seedlings and sprouts in her arms, she nearly doesn't see Zariah there at all. Too blinded by purpose. When she does, a part of her nearly continues walking, but...well, this is prime planting territory, and Evie is no coward. Setting her large bundle of starters down, she kneels not far from Zariah, brandishing her spade with a twirl and sinking it into the earth to begin a joke for her first. Blue eyes glance to the flower in the other woman's hands, and calls across the small distance. "Is that a market bloom?" She knows it is, despite the question. Shops there frequently, or drops off rarer flowers for celebrations that she cultivates privately. evie Please don't ever become a stranger whose laugh I could recognize anywhere