Evie
tell me all of the things
that make you feel at ease
Evie has scarcely ever bested him, but it doesn't mean she ever gives up trying. Stubborn as a bull, she pursues him even through the dreaded splashing of water on her skin - a far worse sensation than submerging, and a hatred fostered from childhood that had ensured she was left alone when wading with other Grounders in the Oasis - though it makes her groan an objection. Her magic can't match his in any way he can't refute, but she bombards him nonetheless; sand deepening around each stride, water surging up the embankment to make each stride slower, wind pulling at his towel in hopes of disrobing him. It gets her heart rate going in an entirely different way, but she can't deny the easy laughter that impedes her normal running breath control. It's fun. Isn't that what their honeymoon is all about?
