EVIE
like love is a bad word
Deimos has attended more festivals than she at this point, but nothing would ever erase the trauma of Fiat Lux - so she is just as cautious as they arrive, sugar cookies in little bags split between the two of them. It’s not the best location for a festival in her opinion, but the mingling individuals don’t seem daunted by the grime and gloom. It’s clear they’ve arrived together with the way they’re both adorned in ivy crowns, the green vibrant against her fiery hair. She intends for it to stay that way too, keeping her wariness around her and shadowing the Sword’s steps as they maneuver through the throng of attendees. Deimos notices Talyson first, given Evie is immediately distracted by the seeds and saplings to be taken, but she turns her attention reluctantly to the disgruntled young man when her companion points it out with a silently arched brow that speaks volumes to her. Glancing between Tal and his apparent nemesis of the day once it’s pointed out to be Sah, realization dawns quickly on her face and she has to stamp it out fiercely.
Biting her cheek and promising herself she’d tell Deimos about her suspicions later in private, the Evergreen sidles up to the Sword’s side and idly plays with the seeds in her hand, encouraging them to split and send little green shoots to tickle against her palm. “I think he’d like that, so long as the surrounding area isn’t liable to be inhospitable. I don’t think he’d appreciate planting something doomed to die there.” Turning a curious expression to Deimos, she uses her free hand to break a piece off the cookie in his own and pops it into her mouth. “I haven’t been to visit him, have you?” Mahbe presenting a more diverse conversation with an extra person would sufficiently distract Talyson from his disgruntlement.
