EVIE
I want your midnights
He would be right to envision that; a wild-child with crimson hair, looking more like a girl of the forest than the well-respected, stiff-lipped parents she hailed from. Not much had changed aside from keeping most of the soil to her hands now. Her own chuff of amusement escapes her at his admission, equally unsurprised. “At least yours is more fitting for trainings, it doesn’t sound nearly so childish as saying ‘today we’ll be playing tag’,” she chuckles, taking on an exaggerated gruffness at the end. Mageglass perks her interest, enough to have her turning to throw an intrigued glance over her shoulder. “Really? Maybe I can come with you next time.” How good she would be would have to be seen, her enjoyment of puzzles mostly stayed in the realm of wooden and metal toys, picture puzzles, and a few riddle and puzzle books. Mageglass was a far more vital resource, she wouldn’t want to mess anything up.
She turns when he doesn’t speak immediately, only to strangle a gasp at the sight of ears protruding from dark, tied up hair. “Gods that’s cute,” she whispers vehemently, wishing her hands weren’t soiled with starches so she might convince him to let her touch them. “I don’t think I’ve seen that shift of yours before, you should show me all of them someday.” So she might ooh and aah over each one appropriately, and commit them to memory in case he ever approaches her as one unexpectedly. Best not to shoot the man she’s dating accidentally because he looks like a predator.
