Evie
I see what lies heavy on your heart
With that section cordoned off in her brain as untouchable, the Evergreen practically skips along behind Deimos as he leads her through a section of changing rooms and showers to the mud pit beyond. Evie sticks her head into a few of the rooms, put out by the sterility of it all. It makes sense that belongings would go with their owners, but the lack of success in snooping doesn't dishearten her entirely.
After all, there is a giant mud bath to contend with moments later.
It's a massive shadow when lit only by the candles, but that makes it all the more exciting to explore. Evie dances around the outside of it, gauging the entry points and peering into depths that reveal nothing to the naked eye. "Wow, this is much nicer than I expected!" Not that she would ever imply it was because of the Valkyrie, notorious perfectionist, but because Halovians so often only cared about the basic necessities for life. Even a bucket full of mud and volcanic ash would have been a treat for them. Shucking her shoes, socks, and pants without a care, the Warden dips her foot into the mud and cringes with a laugh at the strange sensation. It returns to the tiled exterior moments later, leaving muddy footprints as she moves around to Deimos - intentionally, as evidenced by her Cheshire grin. "Should we go in, or see who can toss who in first?" she suggests competitively. As if devilry and juvenile antics were ever off the board. If they'd wanted to enjoy the spa as designed, they wouldn't have broken in.
After all, there is a giant mud bath to contend with moments later.
It's a massive shadow when lit only by the candles, but that makes it all the more exciting to explore. Evie dances around the outside of it, gauging the entry points and peering into depths that reveal nothing to the naked eye. "Wow, this is much nicer than I expected!" Not that she would ever imply it was because of the Valkyrie, notorious perfectionist, but because Halovians so often only cared about the basic necessities for life. Even a bucket full of mud and volcanic ash would have been a treat for them. Shucking her shoes, socks, and pants without a care, the Warden dips her foot into the mud and cringes with a laugh at the strange sensation. It returns to the tiled exterior moments later, leaving muddy footprints as she moves around to Deimos - intentionally, as evidenced by her Cheshire grin. "Should we go in, or see who can toss who in first?" she suggests competitively. As if devilry and juvenile antics were ever off the board. If they'd wanted to enjoy the spa as designed, they wouldn't have broken in.
and the strength you still keep inside
