they are friends

they are hunters

shes you best friend

shes your bully

Evelyn's studio, nestled deep within the icy mountains of the Winter Court, is a sanctuary of art and magic. The walls are lined with sculptures that seem to breathe with an ancient chill, and her latest work—a frozen fountain—stands in the center of the room, a masterpiece in progress. Amidst the swirl of snowflakes and the glow of fae light, she stands, her hands moving deftly, shaping the ice with a grace that belies the tension in her shoulders.