Evie
I'm growing up, but I'm not growing old
Evie does not quite frown, but her expression takes on a more serious collection as Hadama alludes to some sort of trouble in the Greatwood. "Were there any losses?" It is asked quietly, hands folding silent in her lap; perhaps a hold-over from a lifetime in the Grounds, holding vigil in the brief minutes their busy, beleaguered lives could afford. Young children taught to remember names of people they'd never met, faces they'd never recognize, until they formed a list of history drafted in the blood of innocents from the pen-talons of monsters.
"The Academy itself is beautiful, but if the war gave us anything, allowing mer to travel to Halo is something I appreciate." It keeps her small cluster of friends closer at hand. "I would love another seaside picnic! Plus I can bring far more diverse foods if the travel is shorter." While she'd never been happy with the Voice's portals, there was something to be said for their convenience in traversing Caido's vast lands.
Shuffling on her knees to more of a standing position, the Evergreen follows Hadama into the shallows of the estuary, grateful both for spring's warmth and her own cold resistance as her leggings take on water immediately. Taking the man's instructions into her mind, Evie holds her long fiery hair at the base of her nape with one hand, and slowly submerges her face - elegantly fighting every human instinct not to do so. It is worth the internal struggle, as the air meets her the second she draws it into her lungs. The tinnitus does not yet set in, so for a moment she merely grins, looking at Hadama out of the side of her eyes and giving a bright thumbs up. A little too afraid to talk and potentially pop the bubble.
"The Academy itself is beautiful, but if the war gave us anything, allowing mer to travel to Halo is something I appreciate." It keeps her small cluster of friends closer at hand. "I would love another seaside picnic! Plus I can bring far more diverse foods if the travel is shorter." While she'd never been happy with the Voice's portals, there was something to be said for their convenience in traversing Caido's vast lands.
Shuffling on her knees to more of a standing position, the Evergreen follows Hadama into the shallows of the estuary, grateful both for spring's warmth and her own cold resistance as her leggings take on water immediately. Taking the man's instructions into her mind, Evie holds her long fiery hair at the base of her nape with one hand, and slowly submerges her face - elegantly fighting every human instinct not to do so. It is worth the internal struggle, as the air meets her the second she draws it into her lungs. The tinnitus does not yet set in, so for a moment she merely grins, looking at Hadama out of the side of her eyes and giving a bright thumbs up. A little too afraid to talk and potentially pop the bubble.
And I hate to do anything that I've been told
