Evie
The first response is a subtle encouragement that Evie reads into the words of her own volition, but the second is blatant enough to make her huff a laugh even through her focus. “This isn’t exactly the best place for culinary endeavors though,” she points out playfully. What spices would one use on a bone-wearing crab? Especially one that has a flavor profile you’ve never encountered before?
So distracted by her considerations, only Deimos’ warning makes her bounce backwards, light on her feet as the Penolaeth tunnels up into the open air, snapping claws menacingly before its eyes - or what Evie thinks are the eyes - are above ground. Quick-stepping backwards, Evie lowers the stick with the Ursur skull on it, holding her breath. Was this all she could really do? Wait and see if it would take the trade, or if she’d be forced to kill it?
So distracted by her considerations, only Deimos’ warning makes her bounce backwards, light on her feet as the Penolaeth tunnels up into the open air, snapping claws menacingly before its eyes - or what Evie thinks are the eyes - are above ground. Quick-stepping backwards, Evie lowers the stick with the Ursur skull on it, holding her breath. Was this all she could really do? Wait and see if it would take the trade, or if she’d be forced to kill it?
a golden cage, for all its worth and beauty
is still just a cage
is still just a cage
