Evie
I'm growing up, but I'm not growing old
Giving up the ghost of ridiculousness, Evie's smile tempers into something tender. "Realistically I'd like a sling anyway. I'd want to have them close." She doubts she'd ever let their little feet touch the ground with how badly she'd want them in her arms. Too often she'd had to gently correct parents on the 'cry it out' approach, breaking the news that their child wouldn't know the difference anyway and was likely just colicky.
Intrigued by the way he words it, Evie wonders if Kiada is a similar foodie like the two of them. A nature that reveals itself immediately as Deimos mentions the pumpkin, something utterly voracious shining in her eyes. "You're the best and I love you so much," she fiercely declares, though she can't affect the serious expression for long, grinning shortly after.
So often has he surprised her with things - from seeds, to morsels, to lightning swords - that Evie doesn't notice at first the way he draws out the suspense even when he agonizingly cracks the box where she can't see. And of course by the time she does, and begins to feel the edges of worry and fret, he asks her to close her eyes. Immediately doing so, implicitly trusting and still admittedly excited for whatever he is hiding, Evie tries not to blatantly wriggle like a young girl lest she get a thigh full of claws from her bonded for it. Waiting is not her strong suit, but she won't rob Deimos of his showmanship.
Intrigued by the way he words it, Evie wonders if Kiada is a similar foodie like the two of them. A nature that reveals itself immediately as Deimos mentions the pumpkin, something utterly voracious shining in her eyes. "You're the best and I love you so much," she fiercely declares, though she can't affect the serious expression for long, grinning shortly after.
So often has he surprised her with things - from seeds, to morsels, to lightning swords - that Evie doesn't notice at first the way he draws out the suspense even when he agonizingly cracks the box where she can't see. And of course by the time she does, and begins to feel the edges of worry and fret, he asks her to close her eyes. Immediately doing so, implicitly trusting and still admittedly excited for whatever he is hiding, Evie tries not to blatantly wriggle like a young girl lest she get a thigh full of claws from her bonded for it. Waiting is not her strong suit, but she won't rob Deimos of his showmanship.
And I hate to do anything that I've been told
