Frivolous Flowers

Evie, despite her years of having societal manners pounded into her brain, can't help the wry smirk and snort of disbelief that she exudes at Zariah's first words. "Of course not, I was born here I'm well aware of how deeply ingrained their biases run. But I would not be alone in my exile, and the Outlanders are as welcoming as any with their lack of prejudice against magic." Not that it would ease the sting of said exile, the agony of the revelation, of losing her old Natural friends and family. It's why she continues to lie, to hide, to revel in their company while she still can. It's inevitable that she will be revealed of course. Especially as her magic grows stronger with every day. But she comforts herself with the knowledge that the Outlanders will accept her if nobody else will. "I don't seek to accomplish anything as of yet, I haven't had a goal surrounding more than myself. But if you have an offer, I'll listen." The least she can do, with denial still within her rights depending on what the once-Queen has to say. evie Please don't ever become a stranger whose laugh I could recognize anywhere