[SE] incendiary and full of light

evie The kind of flawless I wish I could be Winter has begun to truly set in, and though she was not born in Halo’s reaches, enough winters have been spent now that it feels as familiar as the frosted reaches of the Grounds had once been. It feels strange to think she has been leading Halo with Deimos at her side for a year now. That they have been together just as long. Watching him habitually from the corner of her eye - always subconsciously tracking where he is in relation to her, like the needle of a compass tracking true North - Evie ponders at how he still manages to enchant her. Even these habitual chores, more frequent now with the season, never fade or become weary with repetition. There is always something new, something interesting - be it a citizen’s response or, currently, the flirt of juvenile intent in Deimos’ mouth as he procured a granola bar. Intrigued, and incapable of turning down food on any given day, the Evergreen crosses over behind the sled in an crunch of boots on snowy cobblestone and eyes the wrapper like a magpie. “What flavor is it?” As if she’d turn it down regardless, but he’ll sell her faster on it (read: she will try to snatch it faster) if it has chocolate in it.