Evie
a princess with lips made of glass and a voice cut from steel
Evie, believing herself to be alone in the library, squeaks a little at the sudden motion that precedes the call of her name. Blue eyes dart to the disturbance, only for her countenance to relax immediately into a warm, pleased smiled. "Peter!" Her hands close the book, keeping it tucked against her side as she moves closer to where he's lounging like a particularly satisfied cat. "Hello yourself. That's quite an interesting napping spot you've chosen there," she laughs, amazed that he'd even considered it but now suddenly envious at how pleasantly sleepy he looks. "Was the book really that boring?" A teasing grin, a glance towards the book he'd been reading, happy to have found him in this odd little bubble of silence. His friendship - or so she likes to think they are now - is a welcome invasion when considering she'd expected another day of solitude.
