@historypowered landed on EVA. // muse roulette. // accepting.
Not Demons, she realizes too late, too far past the threshold to retreat. No, Demons don’t make this world beautiful, with one exception. For all the oddities she had heard about this region, no one had warned her of this strangeness being quite so... charming. So deep into this idyllic land, dotted liberally with spring greens and vibrant flowers, she had to face facts.
Not Demons. Fae. She’d bet her bike on it, would that not prevent her from getting the Hell out of there. For now, it didn’t much matter. The only way out was through now, through this Paradise, trying not to piss off whatever had come to this place. She was trying too hard to forget blustering into this place, ready to fight whatever she found. She could be long gone by the time it realized she was ever there--
“Oh.”
Turning her head to look at the figure, Eva froze before luminous eyes and golden hair. A prettier sight than a Demon, sure, but somehow more frightening. Opening her mouth, shutting it, she struggled to recall anything she had been taught about these creatures besides keeping a wide berth.
“Nice garden,” she said casually, self-loathing building at the base of her brain, “Love the honeysuckles. You come here often?”