Frivolous Flowers

If Zariah is looking to play on her emotions regarding her parents, it's not quite the right path, not in the wake of her father's death. Her grin is wry, but at least the woman is partially accurate. "Then we wait for that generation to die out, and replace it." But a shrug of her shoulders and a soft sigh permits allowance of the grief of ostracization. "It's no substitute. But advancing magically, how would that solve anything either?" Asked more out of curiosity than anything else, wondering what Zariah intends with bolstering Natural Abandoned individuals. Surely magic with a wider breadth would only worsen the reaction from their families? Zariah goes on to explain it, and Evie mulls over it quietly. Halo is a realm all of its own, an entirely new place to discover, but it's also not home. Is she more adventurous or a homebody? It seems she has been stuck here in this place since her first breath, but even that feeling of entrapment can't stop her from thinking of the place fondly. "And the details? Of where I would be staying, and the frequency of my returns here in the Grounds?" If it is of her own volition, she can be enticed into going. Evie is already so close to the edge, to accepting her own nature after so many years battling and suppressing it. And as much as she distrusts Zariah, at least the woman appreciates and fosters power. evie Please don't ever become a stranger whose laugh I could recognize anywhere