Evelyn+Peter| Not food

Wondering was not one thing in particular that Evelyn favored. As she walked, her feet hit the ground with hard thuds, as if she were angry about something, in actuality she was angry about nothing, she was a heavy walker when she simply did not care and at this point. There was, without a doubt, somebody who was going to approach her, whether she was quiet or not. Though, there was no denying that when she was approached, she was dreadfully shy, something that came along with not being exposed to a social life, like most children were in Narnia.

“Bother, this isn’t the way either,” Evelyn huffed, her blue eyes catching the ground for a brief second, They moved back up to the forest, her heart attempted to lift itself once again, breathing settled and she nodded to herself, a false way to tell herself that she had to keep wondering or she would never find herself out of the forest, even with the animals help. As she continued her walk, she came to a stop at a river. She hated swimming. It was as simple as that. Swimming resulted in drowning, something Evelyn wasn’t going to risk.

“Fish, can you talk?” she wondered out loud, grinning to herself and sitting on the edge, her arm reached down to touch the fish swimming to close to the top, they quickly darted downwards, causing her to laugh. This continued for a few minutes before she looked to her side, hearing a branch crack. Normally, the girl would have jumped in the water or gotten up and hid until she saw who it was. Though she stayed there, and with quite a brave voice spoke out loud, “excuse me, but you’ll never get anywhere if you hide. Before you ask, my name is Evelyn and I don’t taste very good- I would imagine….if you were going to try and eat me.”