Evie
When hope and peace begin to fray
To him it’s as easy as that, and she admires him for it. Strives to be the same with each day she lives as her true self, refusing to hide what she’d been born with; gifts, as she was coming to see them, instead of curses. “I hope everyone can begin to feel that way,” she agrees quietly, the acoustics of the cavern ensuring she’s heard regardless. It’s why she endeavors to open the magic school again, no matter how far in the future that might be. Nobody deserved to hide away in shame the way Evie had for so much of her life. Years wasted trying to live a lie.
A part of her feels remorse for her choice in activity, if only because his artistry was so enchanting to watch, but he sufficiently distracts her with the curl of his lips and the teasing rumble of his tone. The wink has color suffusing her cheeks, which plump into round peaks with her small, returned smirk. “Shame, I love to be distracted,” she volleys in return as she hands over the cloth. Going with her instincts instead of despairing over whether she is reading boundaries correctly.
Wading out to meet him after a moment, she obligingly begins to run through what she knows. “I can float on my stomach and back,” she explains as she leans backwards and lets the water buoy her, keeping her lungs inflated to keep her at the surface as the bubbles rock her about, “and do a basic stroke, but it’s not very graceful.” She turns over to show him what she means; a doggy paddle at best, the easiest thing to teach children in the Grounds by having their parent’s hand beneath their bellies as they floated along. Turning again, she keeps her knees bent to avoid touching the bottom of the springs, and treads water. “Treading water is the only other thing I know. Basically, if it prevented you from drowning a few moments longer, that’s all anyone bothered teaching.” Evie’s wry grin says it all as she awaits the plan he surely is crafting in mind to patch the gaps of her knowledge.
A part of her feels remorse for her choice in activity, if only because his artistry was so enchanting to watch, but he sufficiently distracts her with the curl of his lips and the teasing rumble of his tone. The wink has color suffusing her cheeks, which plump into round peaks with her small, returned smirk. “Shame, I love to be distracted,” she volleys in return as she hands over the cloth. Going with her instincts instead of despairing over whether she is reading boundaries correctly.
Wading out to meet him after a moment, she obligingly begins to run through what she knows. “I can float on my stomach and back,” she explains as she leans backwards and lets the water buoy her, keeping her lungs inflated to keep her at the surface as the bubbles rock her about, “and do a basic stroke, but it’s not very graceful.” She turns over to show him what she means; a doggy paddle at best, the easiest thing to teach children in the Grounds by having their parent’s hand beneath their bellies as they floated along. Turning again, she keeps her knees bent to avoid touching the bottom of the springs, and treads water. “Treading water is the only other thing I know. Basically, if it prevented you from drowning a few moments longer, that’s all anyone bothered teaching.” Evie’s wry grin says it all as she awaits the plan he surely is crafting in mind to patch the gaps of her knowledge.
know that daybreak is not far away
