It's a cold cold world out there

EVIe There's a chaotic mixture of dread, appreciation, and courage that swirls like a typhoon inside her stomach as she approaches the gathered pair at the Temple doors. That they'd chosen the Hollowed Grounds for this meeting had been both a point of pride and despair for Evie, who even now feels like a young girl in her mother's gown, parading around in a mockery of leadership. This is her first test of mettle, and though she's determined to pass it more for the sake of her people than her own pride, it doesn't help the anxiety that she skillfully conceals from crawling up her throat like bile. Wildfire hair coiled into a braided bun, she arrives a little windswept but still on time. Remi is at least a face that she knows visually, and the beautiful dark skinned woman at his side is familiar from her time in Halo. They had been in magic training together after all, and she's glad that Morgan's name has not escaped her yet. Good, at least she has some sort of leverage here. "Morgan, Remi, welcome. I hope the travel here was easy enough?" They both seem in one piece, which is all some people can ask for these days. Comfortable enough with the Temple, she gives a smile and opens the doors, a hand gesturing them in and out of the brisk spring air. "It's good to meet you both in an official capacity. I'm Evie Wordsworth." It feels like she's reading straight out of her mother's etiquette lessons, but at least she manages to refrain from spitting out titles as the older woman would have wanted. They know what they're here for, there's no point in making it more pretentious in Evie's opinion. Don't read the last page But I stay when it's hard or it’s wrong or you’re making mistakes

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