[Training] the cut of our cloth

Evie

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

After all her luck, she can’t be too disappointed over her ensuing failure, jog slowing to a stop as socked feet tap quietly on the stone. She doesn’t feel the cold yet, too warm with motion and exertion and glee. At least, not until he uses a magic she hasn’t encountered firsthand too often, sending a gale her way that she has no idea how to stop - and certainly not in time.

The wind snags at her long crimson locks, spinning them about and tickling her cheeks and nose with errant strands, leaves planting themselves in the empty spaces they can find. Evie splutters and laughs, hands rising to try and smooth her hair back down and bat away the more stubborn strands. “Okay that was a good one,” she admits, and considers her options for clothing. The logical choice is her socks, like Deimos had, but she doesn’t enjoy the idea of bare feet on cold stone. So instead she pulls her longsleeved shirt off, leaving her in just her bra and with ivory freckled skin on full display. Undeniably colder, but better than cold feet in her opinion.

Plucking a few visible leaves from her hair, Evie laughs good-naturedly and uses them directly against Deimos in turn, sending them flying back at him with her telekinesis, uncertain if the standalone leaves would work with earthen enchantments.

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