Evie
Evie revolves easily around Deimos like a miniature planet, occasionally saying her hellos a few steps away to mingle and grab food that she doesn't actually eat before naturally finding her way to his side again. There are many people around, most from Halo which makes her quite proud despite how it simultaneously soothes her and puts her on edge. While it would be quite dangerous to pull something here with their most powerful in attendance, Evie knows better than most the anti-Abandoned sentiment that can infest the hearts of men.
As she is returning to her fiance's side, Koa does the same - and Evie's brows rise as she comes to stand beside Deimos and listens to his apologies. Deimos had told her immediately of the encounter he'd had with the young Dragoon, but seeing him in person really drives home how young he is.
"Is there a hierarchy to the Dragoons? Given how secluded Stormbreak has been, we know next to nothing of them." A pointed political remark that is softened only by her small smile. "Do you have a formal division for political affairs? Or is that a position outside the Dragoons' purview?" As she speaks she offers Deimos one of the pastries she'd snagged, free hand fitting naturally into the curve of his elbow. She'd been left out of this conversation once, and Evie isn't keen on it happening again - especially when her beloved is usually far more blunt in his wording.
As she is returning to her fiance's side, Koa does the same - and Evie's brows rise as she comes to stand beside Deimos and listens to his apologies. Deimos had told her immediately of the encounter he'd had with the young Dragoon, but seeing him in person really drives home how young he is.
"Is there a hierarchy to the Dragoons? Given how secluded Stormbreak has been, we know next to nothing of them." A pointed political remark that is softened only by her small smile. "Do you have a formal division for political affairs? Or is that a position outside the Dragoons' purview?" As she speaks she offers Deimos one of the pastries she'd snagged, free hand fitting naturally into the curve of his elbow. She'd been left out of this conversation once, and Evie isn't keen on it happening again - especially when her beloved is usually far more blunt in his wording.
I see you when you chase the dreams inside your head
and when you laugh and love until the bitter end
and when you laugh and love until the bitter end
