EVIE
I want your midnights
Evie honestly isn't sure what to expect when the next training is announced. She'd missed the first, and considering the disgruntled reactions she's almost grateful that she had. This time however there is no ignoring or avoiding it, not that she wants to. How else is she to grow stronger, to accept herself as she is without throwing herself into the thick of it? Not sure what to expect, she arrives in flexible clothing, not having to layer with the magical acclimation to the weather she'd been gifted. Her hair is tied back into a bun, and she'd had to resist bringing any of her physical weapons despite how it made her hips feel bare and her back feel unprotected even in the Palace. The intention was to use her magic after all, though she undoubtedly finds her powers to be weak and pitiful in most ways. She is the first to arrive it seems, and she gives a nod of acknowledgement to Zariah as she loosens up a little, awaiting more students.
