Evie
i'll plant a row of daisy seeds
in the space beneath each eye
in the space beneath each eye
She can’t help the shiver that plays along her skin at the mention of how cold it could be, empathy creating bumps along her arms. “That makes sense. But where the mountain range breaks and leads into The Climb, the ocean is accessible there. Would it be too hot instead? I don’t know if the volcanoes influence the heat of the ocean in that area, even when they’re on land.” And she won’t propose meeting somewhere closer to Halo out of convenience if it means putting Hadama at risk.
His surprise - and appreciation, of course - has her small smile twitching a little at the corners, pleased. It’s simultaneously a great opportunity for herself to appreciatively admire the stretch of his body in the much clearer water. Though she averts her eyes before it becomes rude, the graceful curves and animalistic inclinations are captured in her mind to revisit later.
The shells pop open obligingly once the steam inside is too much for the shell to hold against, releasing their aroma and signifying their readiness to be eaten. Evie folds her legs beneath her for better leverage as she separates the mussels into two piles on the largest stones on each side of the fire as makeshift plates. She procures one of her jars of spices from her bag, sprinkling it lightly over the meat inside so that they might mix in the time the food cools. “I lived there seasons ago, training in a magical academy, so it’s the only other land I’ve ever lived in for any amount of time. I’d rather take some degree of familiarity when moving. Though it’s ironic - I have…too much history in the Grounds. Generations of my family, born and raised there, and then me. Just…me now.” It’s all quite awkward, out loud, when she can’t stomach being less vague and Evie knows it - sad blue eyes apologetic for her inability to open up, but also inability to not mention it.
Smiling tightly she instead gestures to the mussels for a good distraction, eager for him to try one first so she can watch his reaction. “Anyway, my good friend lives there, and the land desperately needs a healer. It seems like the right place to make a new home, even if nothing else speaks to me personally yet.” It would grow on her surely. The Grounds had, with all its horrors and struggles. Evie didn’t need a storybook ending, a beacon of signifying light or sudden deep love for her surroundings to convince her it was enough. Suitability was all she needed to start out with. The rest would come in time.
His surprise - and appreciation, of course - has her small smile twitching a little at the corners, pleased. It’s simultaneously a great opportunity for herself to appreciatively admire the stretch of his body in the much clearer water. Though she averts her eyes before it becomes rude, the graceful curves and animalistic inclinations are captured in her mind to revisit later.
The shells pop open obligingly once the steam inside is too much for the shell to hold against, releasing their aroma and signifying their readiness to be eaten. Evie folds her legs beneath her for better leverage as she separates the mussels into two piles on the largest stones on each side of the fire as makeshift plates. She procures one of her jars of spices from her bag, sprinkling it lightly over the meat inside so that they might mix in the time the food cools. “I lived there seasons ago, training in a magical academy, so it’s the only other land I’ve ever lived in for any amount of time. I’d rather take some degree of familiarity when moving. Though it’s ironic - I have…too much history in the Grounds. Generations of my family, born and raised there, and then me. Just…me now.” It’s all quite awkward, out loud, when she can’t stomach being less vague and Evie knows it - sad blue eyes apologetic for her inability to open up, but also inability to not mention it.
Smiling tightly she instead gestures to the mussels for a good distraction, eager for him to try one first so she can watch his reaction. “Anyway, my good friend lives there, and the land desperately needs a healer. It seems like the right place to make a new home, even if nothing else speaks to me personally yet.” It would grow on her surely. The Grounds had, with all its horrors and struggles. Evie didn’t need a storybook ending, a beacon of signifying light or sudden deep love for her surroundings to convince her it was enough. Suitability was all she needed to start out with. The rest would come in time.
so they'll remind you of your beauty
when they bloom each time you cry
when they bloom each time you cry
