Vigilanden Justice This new place was, somehow, even more amazing than Auradon had been. The Queen's Residence? Perfection, in her mind. She was not lacking for inspiration. Even so, Evie found herself growing restless inside, and decided exploring would be a fun idea. It's easy to slip out unnoticed into the streets and disappear into the shadows. Walking alone at night, in the darkness, she felt almost at home.
As she wandered the streets between buildings, she caught sight of a few people her own age. She nearly called out to them, but noticed in the dim light that one of them was lifting a paintbrush to the wall. She smirked. If that didn't bring back memories. How many times had she watched Mal tag an open surface?
Should she try and stop them? Probably. Defacing someone else's property was definitely Not Good. But, people here had magic - Craft. Cleaning paint off a building wouldn't be hard, and the people further down the alley were laughing quietly and grinning. How bad could this be? And now, she was curious about what exactly they were painting. If she stopped them too quickly, she wouldn't get to see the finished work.
Warm Front The further out they walked, the more the buildings began to resemble ones she remembered from her own childhood on the Isle. Tension pulled at her shoulders, even as she looked with sadness at the places and people around her. She could see herself in the children that poked their heads out of ramshackle buildings and huddled together for warmth against crumbling walls. The Evil Queen's castle had been so cold in the winter, and Evie couldn't pile enough blankets on herself to stop it seeping into her bones.
She stopped dead when she saw the girl tucked under a porch awning. The ratty, molding blanket the girl had wrapped around her and clutched with pale fingers looked nearly identical to one she'd had herself as a child. She turned to the fellow Stranger with her. "Let's start here." She tipped her head toward the girl. "I know we'd said work out from the center, but it feels wrong to just keep passing people by."
Air Time: Etiquette
"I can't believe no one here uses the word 'Princess.' Wouldn't that make more sense for the daughter of a Queen?" Evie sat at a little table in a cafe owned by one of the Blood, sipping at a warm drink. She shook her head as she talked quietly to the broadcast, as if it could somehow hear her. "I mean, if the men are 'Prince', why wouldn't the women be 'Princess'?" Clearly, the titles in the caste system of the Blood were not something she had the firmest grasp upon.
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Evie | Disney's Descendants
This new place was, somehow, even more amazing than Auradon had been. The Queen's Residence? Perfection, in her mind. She was not lacking for inspiration. Even so, Evie found herself growing restless inside, and decided exploring would be a fun idea. It's easy to slip out unnoticed into the streets and disappear into the shadows. Walking alone at night, in the darkness, she felt almost at home.
As she wandered the streets between buildings, she caught sight of a few people her own age. She nearly called out to them, but noticed in the dim light that one of them was lifting a paintbrush to the wall. She smirked. If that didn't bring back memories. How many times had she watched Mal tag an open surface?
Should she try and stop them? Probably. Defacing someone else's property was definitely Not Good. But, people here had magic - Craft. Cleaning paint off a building wouldn't be hard, and the people further down the alley were laughing quietly and grinning. How bad could this be? And now, she was curious about what exactly they were painting. If she stopped them too quickly, she wouldn't get to see the finished work.
Warm Front
The further out they walked, the more the buildings began to resemble ones she remembered from her own childhood on the Isle. Tension pulled at her shoulders, even as she looked with sadness at the places and people around her. She could see herself in the children that poked their heads out of ramshackle buildings and huddled together for warmth against crumbling walls. The Evil Queen's castle had been so cold in the winter, and Evie couldn't pile enough blankets on herself to stop it seeping into her bones.
She stopped dead when she saw the girl tucked under a porch awning. The ratty, molding blanket the girl had wrapped around her and clutched with pale fingers looked nearly identical to one she'd had herself as a child. She turned to the fellow Stranger with her. "Let's start here." She tipped her head toward the girl. "I know we'd said work out from the center, but it feels wrong to just keep passing people by."
Air Time: Etiquette
"I can't believe no one here uses the word 'Princess.' Wouldn't that make more sense for the daughter of a Queen?" Evie sat at a little table in a cafe owned by one of the Blood, sipping at a warm drink. She shook her head as she talked quietly to the broadcast, as if it could somehow hear her. "I mean, if the men are 'Prince', why wouldn't the women be 'Princess'?" Clearly, the titles in the caste system of the Blood were not something she had the firmest grasp upon.
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(Anything you'd like to play out with the bad girl gone good? PM this account. I don't have a Plurk yet.)