Evie
tell me all of the things
that make you feel at ease
Blue eyes widen a bit when Wessex copies her move, the branch swaying up and away in the same manner as what she had conducted moments ago. But...wasn't she Ascended? Or perhaps she had been a hybrid of sorts like Rexanna...but then had she hidden it, as Evie had, all these years? It makes her pulse thunder in her ears to consider the possibilities, nearly missing Wessex's cordial words as her brain tries and fails to make the necessary connections. Even so, her mannerisms remain intact to the point of thoughtless execution. Maria Wordsworth would have it no other way. "As well as I can be, this is my busiest season. What brings you out here?" Not that either woman likely cares for the pleasantries, especially Evie. The curiosity itches under her skin like poison ivy, only growing more intense as she continues scratching. Her eyes flit to the branches they had moved, and she can't help the question that she parts with far too soon for polite conversation. "I'm sorry, I can't help but ask. How did you do it?" They're likely not on that level of friendship yet, but they are both Natural women, and the lack of outrage from her own display comforts Evie greatly. Makes her believe that maybe Wessex can be trusted to keep the secret she has carried since her first breath.
