fall back to the earth

Evie

She truly tries not to linger long, aware her fingers and his chest alike would only remain warm for so long when exposed to the late fall chill. Still they linger, overcome with gratitude for the star Goddess, for the luck they’ve had amidst such terrible circumstances. The rumble of his voice beneath her fingers is what prompts her to retrieve them, albeit reluctantly. Putting her glove back on, she frowns slightly at the knowledge that Halo is for some reason inaccessible to this new race. “She sounds approving of them, then? Should we be investigating a way to allow them to visit?” Perhaps not immediately, but something to table for the future.

Kiada’s survival and adaptation she can assume is a great weight off his shoulders. Evie silently mourns that the same could not have been assured for the Ascended who gave their lives for their cause, misguided as it was in her eyes. For a moment she wishes Sam could have achieved the same; life, true life, no matter what the costs. It’s a bittersweet thought. “I didn’t think we could all continue to be so lucky, but Gods, I’m glad some of the Ascended were able to change. To keep living.” Even if the losses still greatly outnumbered the survivors. Evie is incredibly grateful that Kiada, so beloved by her partner, was one of them.

the difference between a garden and a graveyard
is what we choose to put in the soil