[Training] the cut of our cloth

Evie

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

Moving closer to the braziers is smart, but there’s little wind in the training room that isn’t magically created, and her light jogging keeps her warm enough to ensure even being relatively topless isn’t a bother yet. Deimos’ wandering eyes and grin spur her own, winking in the short time she has before he is avoiding her attack and redirecting it. Evie sets off at a run again, laughter trailing behind her as she narrowly avoids the sticks and other detritus he’d tried to batter her with.

As she jogs - not pausing this time in case the wind catches up to her - she calls on the fallen pebbles once more to rise and angle for his back and glutes, devilish and playful. Too comfortable with her body to care about the natural movement of breasts and arms, and only mildly inconvenienced by the inevitable uncomfortable bouncing that occurred as a result of not wearing a sports bra. In fact maybe it would distract him enough to earn another hit as she was losing her lucky streak.

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