Evie
Her poker face must be improving, because his surprise is plainly obvious. Unfortunately it’s that exact expression that breaks her own into a pleased, triumphant smile. For all the years she has hidden her magic, it seems she’ll never succeed at hiding and misleading for very long with stakes so low and juvenile. It’s worth it all the same for the huff of his amusement, and the smug air she holds for a brief moment over having pulled one over on him as she so rarely could. “I’d like those,” she agrees, a faint smile on her face. She isn’t holding out hope that Frey would go the extra mile to include any form of beauty for an Abandoned, but what matters is the power behind it. “Nothing that can’t be painted even if it’s left plain.” Bone or steel, there were ways to adorn it with her own hand.
A slightly dismayed, begrudging expression twists humorously on her face as he reveals his chosen weapon. “I was hoping it would be projectiles, those are easier.” She doesn’t whine, but it’s a very close thing. Maybe just a little, if you listen really closely. Her arm was going to be so bruised.
His departure shakes her into a mindset she isn’t used to inhabiting, but which comes easily despite herself. Double checking the straps and flexing her fingers around the smaller hand loop, the Evergreen plants her feet in preparation - and then has to bury her face into her shield forearm to laugh, cheeks pink with memories of the night he conjures up. “How kind of you, it’s quite cold after all.” But the flint of blue eyes over the curve of the top of the shield says she’d be more than happy to risk a little cold. Forcing herself to focus on the spear in his hands instead of his hands themselves (a necessary distinction, as one was far more distracting) Evie nods her head sharply. “Ready.”
A slightly dismayed, begrudging expression twists humorously on her face as he reveals his chosen weapon. “I was hoping it would be projectiles, those are easier.” She doesn’t whine, but it’s a very close thing. Maybe just a little, if you listen really closely. Her arm was going to be so bruised.
His departure shakes her into a mindset she isn’t used to inhabiting, but which comes easily despite herself. Double checking the straps and flexing her fingers around the smaller hand loop, the Evergreen plants her feet in preparation - and then has to bury her face into her shield forearm to laugh, cheeks pink with memories of the night he conjures up. “How kind of you, it’s quite cold after all.” But the flint of blue eyes over the curve of the top of the shield says she’d be more than happy to risk a little cold. Forcing herself to focus on the spear in his hands instead of his hands themselves (a necessary distinction, as one was far more distracting) Evie nods her head sharply. “Ready.”
a golden cage, for all its worth and beauty
is still just a cage
is still just a cage
