EVIE
like love is a bad word
"Fight you?" Voice pitches high with incredulity at the mere idea, absolutely gobsmacked. "Why in the world would she want to do that? She's never been a fighter in the first place, health issues aside." It's a revelation that makes her stomach cramp uncomfortably with a protective ferocity she is not used to feeling. While she'd been understandably confused, Evie had at least been happy to see Maea alive and well. Now she wants to find her and shake her about and demand what the hell her problem is. Training and sparring us one thing, but Evie can't help but assume this didn't align with that, not with how Amalia worded it. Evie is no major contestant herself, but she's not afraid to go to blows to keep Amalia safe. "I miss her every day," Evie admits softly, recalling those beautiful days standing hip-to-hip with Amalia at the back counter, or poring over old books when she was barely old enough to heft them around herself. Sometimes she still feels so lost, so unworthy of her title and talent. She misses the woman fiercely, considering her far more of a mother sometimes than the one who had given her life. "Having you means the world. You're always the first I go to, and you always will be." It's a promise as much as a reminder. That no matter the distance, Amalia is the one she entrusts to her deepest secrets. "I have missed you so much, ever since the barrier has fallen we've barely had time to spend together." Especially with Amalia's relationship with Deimos, and the growing strength of The Voice and what that means for her brother. Evie can't help but miss the old days. Simple, even in their isolation.
Evie is pulled from her nostalgic longing as Amalia tugs her along, stumbling and laughing before hurrying along beside her. The glimmering puddle makes her pause and take in an awed breath, peering at it beside her sister. "It's so much more beautiful than I expected."
