[Training] the cut of our cloth

Evie

i'll plant a row of daisy seeds
in the space beneath each eye

His laughter alone is her reward, sly smile widening to something more endeared at the pleasant sound of his amusement. She’d assumed he had not, but considering they would need to change the rules to fit their spar regardless, it was the easiest proposition to make.

The tacked on additional notion of secrecy and risk has her hemming and hawing for a moment, as if she’d possibly back down now that he’d agreed to the idea. “You have yourself a deal,” she declares triumphantly, eyes sparking slits of cobalt mischief. And on his unofficial mark, Evie directed her Earth magic down through her heel to avoid any physical tells, commanding a small pillar to emerge just behind him, aimed to shove against the back of his thigh.

so they'll remind you of your beauty
when they bloom each time you cry