Evie
tell me all of the things
that make you feel at ease
She can't see much - aside from Deimos' impressively sculpted ass - but she hoots and hollers like an insufferable schoolgirl all the same because it deserves all the praise. Her, too, for having managed to reveal it. She can't manage words with how hard she's running, but the egregious whooping communicates her compliments well enough. The wall rises before her too quickly for her to use more advanced methods to clear it, and she plants one hand to the top - using her own earthen talents to stop it from capturing it - and vaults it in one stride. She lands a little wobbly given sand is notoriously difficult to move in, but it's a blip of inconvenience that slows her down for a mere moment before she resumes her chase. Her magical stamina is a wellspring from using so little of it over the course of ceremonies and travel plans, so she continues to batter at his feet with thick, sucking, wet sand, and to assault his face with whipping, chaotic tendrils of air. There's no doubt that Evie will lose this little chase, but she's going to annoy and slow him with all her might until the moment something gives.
