hmm? well, you act like one. but if you say so. she gave a light shrug. he reminded her of one, but if that is not what he is, then no point in insisting.

mythris.. eve repeats it, mouths it under her breath to remember, toys with it. so this isn't heaven? had she been bad, or did He have other plans for her. excitement mixes with worry and it leaves a dreadful aftertaste. how is her family? they must be worried, but her grave was already made for her — they mustn't retrieve her body unless they wanted to join her! though she will miss them, perhaps she was meant to perish.
the man before her could very well be a messenger from Him, an angel. he looked the part!

..skjoldrheim... that does not roll off the tongue as easily. but she repeats it anyways, etches both names — alongside rhadamamthus and deimos — into her mind.
she was in good hands. whether it be him or skjoldrheim, she would not starve in this new land. if only she could tell that to her family, so they needn't worry. i will accompany you. eve doesn't make the man wait much longer for a response. i've never been on my own, before.. ah! oh, yes! i haven't forgotten my name, i promise. it is evelynn — of saint's valley.. or formerly. exasperatedly, she laughs at her own forgetfulness. you may call me eve, if you wish.