Evie
One man's hell is another's God
The only reason Evie had not succumbed to that darkness was because she had forsaken everything she’d ever known and loved - and lost, time after time - to rot in the land she’d been born in. The last chains she’d needed to escape before healing could begin. She doesn’t regret it, but seeing the tension in Wessex, she can’t help but wonder if the Grounds themselves are intent on cannibalizing their inhabitants. Would the Wraith be next?
The answer is unexpected, and confusing. Evie is careful not to let her brows draw too tellingly tight, sensing she has stepped on shaky ground but unsure how or where to step next. The choice is taken from her as Wessex responds a second time, stumbling and halfhearted. Evie doesn’t pry into the wording or reasoning; instead assuming the easiest, least invasive reasoning she can assume to respond to. “Transparency isn’t an Old God trait I’m afraid,” she responds mildly, her own lifelong bitterness scarcely discernible in her tone.
Evie’s eyes flicker upwards at Loki’s descent before refocusing on the Wraith. Giving a wry grin she gestures to her weapon. “Working with a new weapon, thought I’d find some tougher terrain to practice on. Also thought I’d find a warmer place for the day, but that part was clearly a lost cause.” After her conversation with Melita she can’t help but wonder if maybe…but she has a goal today, and hunting for newly erected shrines in a land she hasn’t fully explored sounds like a great way to get lost with low chances of finding any relevant evidence.
The answer is unexpected, and confusing. Evie is careful not to let her brows draw too tellingly tight, sensing she has stepped on shaky ground but unsure how or where to step next. The choice is taken from her as Wessex responds a second time, stumbling and halfhearted. Evie doesn’t pry into the wording or reasoning; instead assuming the easiest, least invasive reasoning she can assume to respond to. “Transparency isn’t an Old God trait I’m afraid,” she responds mildly, her own lifelong bitterness scarcely discernible in her tone.
Evie’s eyes flicker upwards at Loki’s descent before refocusing on the Wraith. Giving a wry grin she gestures to her weapon. “Working with a new weapon, thought I’d find some tougher terrain to practice on. Also thought I’d find a warmer place for the day, but that part was clearly a lost cause.” After her conversation with Melita she can’t help but wonder if maybe…but she has a goal today, and hunting for newly erected shrines in a land she hasn’t fully explored sounds like a great way to get lost with low chances of finding any relevant evidence.
It's all about perspective, a parallax
