EVIE
like love is a bad word
She can do no more than wrinkle her nose in petulant, mirthful rebuttal at his cheek, which is truly just desserts for her own empty threat of dawdling. Such is the cyclical nature of their shared mischievous natures.Even if she’d had a comment in mind, it would have been deemed far less important when weighed against the chance to see Deimos shift. Given their shared magical abilities, it’s not often the Evergreen gets to witness the manifestation of his Attuned forms. Least of all the one he chooses, which she has never seen before and whose might she can’t help but admire. The pitch of his fur, the size of his paws, all appreciated in the few heartbeats she’s given before they’re departing. If it’s a squeal he anticipates, it’s what he receives, the sound of her excitement trailing behind them as hound, peryton, unicorn, and very lucky human all go streaming across the ice.
Evie knows it won’t be long until they reach the nearest trees, so she scarcely dares to blink, grin wide and cheeks red with wind and cold as she tries to split her time and attention between watching the ice fly by and admiring the beast that is making it happen.
