In the soft light of the French Quarter, Evelyn walks between past and present:  a healer, a keeper of secrets, and the quiet center of the Krewe’s tangled history.
 
Her calm hides storms; her gentleness carries fire. Even surrounded by ghosts, Evelyn remains the heartbeat of the Morningstar, guiding the lost with equal parts compassion and resolve.
 
This portrait captures her in a rare moment of peace, lavender shadows falling across the shutters, the scent of jasmine in the air.
🕯️ From the world of Tongue of the Serpent, where beauty and sorrow are never far apart.