a. { as the moon rises } These kinds of celebrations aren't necessarily foreign to Evelina, but what is foreign is the fact that this one seems to be revolving around herself and others who are newly arrived. As much as she tries to blend into the crowd and escape, the revelers are always able to pick her out of the crowd and drag her in closer to the fire. At one point a flower crown is placed on her head and she takes it off to study the flowers used. She wants to see if they're familiar to her, or if she really is very far from home.
When someone grabs her hand to dance, she quickly jerks away, a look of fear on her face.
"Don't touch me!" she exclaims, face flushing. Her eyes dart to the faces of the confused partiers and a feeling of guilt washes over her. Despite how it sounds, she has no problem with the people; she just isn't sure what she might accidentally do if she makes skin-to-skin contact with someone.
"Sorry," she murmurs, before backing into someone in the crowd as she tries once more to escape. "Sorry!"
b. { welcome to the gods wood } Things are just going from bad to worse, aren't they? Evelina has spent years running and in hiding in an effort to keep herself safe. Now in a short space of time she's been kidnapped — twice. But strangely enough there is no king at the end of this journey, ready to lock her up and use her. No witches looking to kill her either. She's simply let go along with others and that's that.
"Well," she begins, taking in their surroundings. "I don't know enough yet to know where these woods are. Does anyone know how to get back from here?"
c. { drawn to the coastline } Evelina explores the town with barely contained enthusiasm. Finally, she's not surrounded by people praising her, trying to give her things, and not just allowing her to hide away. The people here aren't speaking of nothing but war and it lightens her heart to hear snippets of normal conversations. Eventually, she finds an apothecary and steps inside. Should anyone run into her there, she's eagerly perusing bowls of herbs and bottles of remedies; her face no longer guarded for the first time since her arrival.
Evelina Kallan | Original Character
These kinds of celebrations aren't necessarily foreign to Evelina, but what is foreign is the fact that this one seems to be revolving around herself and others who are newly arrived. As much as she tries to blend into the crowd and escape, the revelers are always able to pick her out of the crowd and drag her in closer to the fire. At one point a flower crown is placed on her head and she takes it off to study the flowers used. She wants to see if they're familiar to her, or if she really is very far from home.
When someone grabs her hand to dance, she quickly jerks away, a look of fear on her face.
"Don't touch me!" she exclaims, face flushing. Her eyes dart to the faces of the confused partiers and a feeling of guilt washes over her. Despite how it sounds, she has no problem with the people; she just isn't sure what she might accidentally do if she makes skin-to-skin contact with someone.
"Sorry," she murmurs, before backing into someone in the crowd as she tries once more to escape. "Sorry!"
b. { welcome to the gods wood }
Things are just going from bad to worse, aren't they? Evelina has spent years running and in hiding in an effort to keep herself safe. Now in a short space of time she's been kidnapped — twice. But strangely enough there is no king at the end of this journey, ready to lock her up and use her. No witches looking to kill her either. She's simply let go along with others and that's that.
"Well," she begins, taking in their surroundings. "I don't know enough yet to know where these woods are. Does anyone know how to get back from here?"
c. { drawn to the coastline }
Evelina explores the town with barely contained enthusiasm. Finally, she's not surrounded by people praising her, trying to give her things, and not just allowing her to hide away. The people here aren't speaking of nothing but war and it lightens her heart to hear snippets of normal conversations. Eventually, she finds an apothecary and steps inside. Should anyone run into her there, she's eagerly perusing bowls of herbs and bottles of remedies; her face no longer guarded for the first time since her arrival.