Evie
Rolling the idea around in her head only lasts as long as it takes for the Penolaeth to emerge, as by then it’s hard to even remember to breathe. Evie has a hilarious history with fighting various monsters and beasts, so she’s not exactly adept at courting one with kindness and offerings. In fact it’s difficult to keep her leg from twitching with the instinctive desire to kick the creepy thing away when it scuttles closer.
She glances at Deimos from the corner of her eyes, the both of them shrugging uncertainly. Evie lowers the stick more, until the tip of the Ursur skull touches the ground, enough to slide it off the stick slowly. The Penolaeth clicks threateningly at her, but seems to appreciate examining the skull on its own terms. It’s much larger than anything in the swamp, which seems to entice it. Evie holds her breath the entire time it begins taking off its current shell, and tries to commit to memory the appearance of the creature beneath for the Guild. Only once it has donned the Ursur skull does she use her telekinesis to summon the old shell, not daring to so much as twitch her feet closer. Once it is in her hand she scampers back to Deimos, lifting the skull triumphantly with a grin. “Well that was easier than I thought!” Which she is admittedly grateful for.
She glances at Deimos from the corner of her eyes, the both of them shrugging uncertainly. Evie lowers the stick more, until the tip of the Ursur skull touches the ground, enough to slide it off the stick slowly. The Penolaeth clicks threateningly at her, but seems to appreciate examining the skull on its own terms. It’s much larger than anything in the swamp, which seems to entice it. Evie holds her breath the entire time it begins taking off its current shell, and tries to commit to memory the appearance of the creature beneath for the Guild. Only once it has donned the Ursur skull does she use her telekinesis to summon the old shell, not daring to so much as twitch her feet closer. Once it is in her hand she scampers back to Deimos, lifting the skull triumphantly with a grin. “Well that was easier than I thought!” Which she is admittedly grateful for.
a golden cage, for all its worth and beauty
is still just a cage
is still just a cage
