Evie
tell me all of the things
that make you feel at ease
Evie lets Wessex come as close as she likes, not bothering to correct her or try to force their gazes to meet. Whatever helps the woman focus and learn, she's more than welcome to do so in Evie's presence. Though she's certainly no scholar in the way her twin is, Evie is still nevertheless curious about the finer details of Wessex's imitation powers. How close must she stand? Is her control over the magic she copies dependent on her practice with the imitation, or the magic she clones? It's all very interesting, and yet a part of Evie recoils at her blatant interest in magic that is not her own. A taboo that goes beyond the sins she has already committed. By the time Evie comes back to herself, she watches Wessex turn a leaf from a verdant shade to a sunny yellow. "It's amazing how fast you pick it up," she compliments in turn, smiling at the leaf as she watches it bob in the breeze, unaware of how its lifespan has been diminished. Unease trickles up her spine as it always does when she is questioned on her magic. The apothecarist shoves it away with no small deal of annoyance, sick of living with such feelings. "I also have healing magic that I was born with. They have the same technique of application: focus, intention, and energy. But they also feel vastly different when I reach for them. Or perhaps that's just me projecting some sort of personification upon my magic." They definitely feel more like 'healing' and 'earth' when she reaches for them, either a tickle under her skin or the familiar sensation of soil against her palms.
