Evie
One man's hell is another's God
In contrast, Evie finds herself at the shrine completely by accident. The iron doors of the tombs are dark blots against an otherwise rolling landscape, and the shrine is no different. Merely another thing to be investigated for the sake of curiosity. What she isn’t expecting is company, and familiar company at that. There is the habitual twist of nerves and dread in her stomach as she approaches the shrine, but her curiosity drives her forward against it.
“Wessex?” she inquires as she ascends the knoll, curious what the Voice’s demigod is doing at an Old God shrine. Drawing her coat tighter - Gods, why is it so cold for spring? - the Evergreen huffs slightly with exertion as she crests the hill, the rope of the weapon she brought along on her journey bouncing against her thigh. “Treasure hunting?” she asks, bland and clearly sarcastic despite the dryly humorous tilt of a smile on her mouth, gesturing loosely to the hills behind her. Smartly avoiding asking about the far more obvious landmark before them.
“Wessex?” she inquires as she ascends the knoll, curious what the Voice’s demigod is doing at an Old God shrine. Drawing her coat tighter - Gods, why is it so cold for spring? - the Evergreen huffs slightly with exertion as she crests the hill, the rope of the weapon she brought along on her journey bouncing against her thigh. “Treasure hunting?” she asks, bland and clearly sarcastic despite the dryly humorous tilt of a smile on her mouth, gesturing loosely to the hills behind her. Smartly avoiding asking about the far more obvious landmark before them.
It's all about perspective, a parallax
