[seasonal event] more comfortable in chaos

lily from what i’ve tasted of desire i hold with those who favor fire Eh. Lily wouldn’t tell on Vervain if Melita wouldn’t. If the baby isn’t waking up to the noise of the two redheads’ exuberance, he might be able to stand a little jostling. But what does Lily know, she’s never been a mother, and doesn’t have any real plans to ever be one. Intentionally, that is. After watching Melita throw the sand bag, she takes one and feels the heft of it in her hand, mentally weighing it and poorly calculating how much effort she’ll need to get it to the holes. She makes a face, but is as equally determined. Lily steps up to where Melita threw the bag from and tosses it once or twice in her hand. Then with a squint towards the target, she leans forward and heaves it underhand. It sails and hits the edge of the slats, just before the hole. She laughs at herself, then turns to Vai, offering up another little bag. Fuck it. “Do you want a try?” Not that they’re trying to peer pressure her, or anything.