Stone Circle Evelyn

Evelyn. The name felt different than the way it had during her childhood. As she made her way to @Steady and @Valette's den to check in on everyone, including @Keoni, she thought about the way the name would roll from her mother's tongue and against her skin, imprints of her missteppings marked on her skin for life. And yet still, a sort of liberation came with reclaiming the lash. Evelyn chuffed her presence out as she came across the mouth of the den. She kept the distance between herself and the entryway respectful, as it would remain unless she were to be invited inside. I came to check in, see how everyone is fairing.