Evie
tell me all of the things
that make you feel at ease
The grass grows over and into itself the moment she passes through, and Evie allows herself a childish pout at the ease of it all. Without him moving it's hard to gauge even with magic where his feet hit the earth as she might when hunting. Though this is hunting too, with a far greater prize in her mind.Her strength is not nearly so great as his, but with a bit of creativity she manipulates the air around her, coiling tighter until blasting out in every direction to try and flatten the walls or slice through the weaker blades enough to find a larger figure within the walls wherever they do not bend and sway, eyes sharp and flitting about. Anything to avoid having to admit defeat.
