This visit was long overdue.
It was not out of anger towards her friend (well, hopefully still her friend - things did not go well the last time they had seen each other) rather the universe had decided to take a huge shit on the alabaster mountain lioness and hindered her ability to travel to where rumors of Arya’s location was.
Evangeline had sent an npc the day before to inform Arya of a friend visiting and where the two of them would be meeting. The snowy cougar chose a location near the Flights. She didn’t want to burden the charcoal savannah with a long walk - Eva herself would manage to make that walk, albeit slowly.
Her entire body aches and curses Eva for making such a trek. The trauma induced upon her powerful frame had yet to fully heal, so the puma wasn’t surprised to see the cut on her left hind paw reopened and soaking the bandages wrapped tightly around it. Her left hip, which she left unwrapped since it hindered movement, also had some areas where the sun Clove carved into her flesh had began to slowly bleed. Fuck. At least her right front paw was holding up well enough, though that was due to Eva favoring it during the walk through territories.
A sigh, somewhere between annoyed at her own injuries and just exhausted from life, exits the femme’s maw as she glances around for Arya. Sunlight filters through the grove of trees, casting a revealing shine on Evangeline’s face. Deep cuts run from the corners of her eyes and down her cheeks, eventually going to heal into scars that would resemble tear trails. The bridge of her nose and delicate pinkish nostrils are also marred by cuts, jagged lines that stood out starkly against her pale pelt.
Kinked tail curls around her front paws and Evangeline relaxes her sore muscles for a moment, inhaling sharply as her body’s synaptic response was to tell her brain that ‘everything hurts and we are dying’ even though Eva knew she wasn’t dying.
At least, not yet. But there was no telling how this meeting with Arya would go.