Evie
There’s no need to cling as their hands separate, content to watch over him and his artistry as gifts are made and left in short order, admiring as always the depth and intricacy in the way he utilizes his magic. The information he shares is tucked away to be parsed and ruminated over at a later hour. Unfortunate that she would have to visit the Feverlands of all places - fair skin and freckles didn’t contend well with blistering heat and no cloud coverage - but at least it would only be for one thing. Last she heard Torchline was still unreasonably cool, so her visit to Apopo would be much easier to bear.
Even from above she can see the change in his demeanor, and all planning dissipates from her mind as she refocuses in on him, brow drawing with worry moments before he speaks. It freezes her tongue into place, the discomfort welling in her stomach. There had been rumors yes, but Evie was in no position to verify those. Until now.
She reaches to place a gentle, but steadying hand on his shoulder, and kneels beside him in the snow. Careless of the way her knees immediately dampen. “Will there be a vote? Can anyone else in the council step in to ensure the transfer of power is to someone Noah and Cordelia would want in their stead?” A restless worry settles at the base of her throat. Could anyone simply run for Warden? Would they have to bet the safety and allegiance of their home on chance?
Even from above she can see the change in his demeanor, and all planning dissipates from her mind as she refocuses in on him, brow drawing with worry moments before he speaks. It freezes her tongue into place, the discomfort welling in her stomach. There had been rumors yes, but Evie was in no position to verify those. Until now.
She reaches to place a gentle, but steadying hand on his shoulder, and kneels beside him in the snow. Careless of the way her knees immediately dampen. “Will there be a vote? Can anyone else in the council step in to ensure the transfer of power is to someone Noah and Cordelia would want in their stead?” A restless worry settles at the base of her throat. Could anyone simply run for Warden? Would they have to bet the safety and allegiance of their home on chance?
I'll be with you each and every night
Chasing that horizon in your eyes
Chasing that horizon in your eyes
