EVELYN
It was uplifting, hope rising in her chest as the wind went through, though she barely felt its touch she was aware of its presence nonetheless, blond waves lifting. And then the sparks, the lights, the arcs of electricity branching out towards them - it was their Goddess' touch, she knew. The Voice was ever-present, embracing them, welcoming them…
And then, after they felt replenished, after their hopes were lifted and expectations almost met…
Nothing.
Disappointment was evident in the frown that creased her brow, but she didn't let it evolve into anything further. "Oh," she echoed with a nod, a glance to her sister. Rising also, she heard the whisper meant for her and received it with a bright smile - ever the optimist, she would happily tilt any experience to be a positive on in the name of their Goddess.
"Maybe she knows that which we want to do, and thinks us already capable?" They were the Occidendum sisters, after all. The world was now theirs to take.
And then, after they felt replenished, after their hopes were lifted and expectations almost met…
Nothing.
Disappointment was evident in the frown that creased her brow, but she didn't let it evolve into anything further. "Oh," she echoed with a nod, a glance to her sister. Rising also, she heard the whisper meant for her and received it with a bright smile - ever the optimist, she would happily tilt any experience to be a positive on in the name of their Goddess.
"Maybe she knows that which we want to do, and thinks us already capable?" They were the Occidendum sisters, after all. The world was now theirs to take.
innocence
is but an illusion
is but an illusion
