Evie
Maybe you find yourself instead of losing your hope
like an old love note under the floorboards
Evie and Deimos have an easy trading system with Erebos dependent mostly upon his feeding schedule (given they'd both be ecstatic to carry him at all hours otherwise), and in light of the events today she'd made sure to time it so that she sends them off with their son fed and appeased before the coming mild jostling and sound of merriment is due to chip away at it. Best to keep Erebos in high spirits as long as possible in public, though she has full faith that Deimos is skilled enough to bombard his opponents without so much as moving a hair out of place on the youngest Ignatius' head. like an old love note under the floorboards
Equally in high spirits after her own imbibement (of the chocolate variety), Evie hunts down her husband and son and is pleased to find the work of a solid fortress has already been completed. Many times in past years she has waged war against her beloved during these events, but this time she approaches with a conspiratorial grin. "Room for one more?" With a twist of her hands she helps conjure and compile more snowballs for a good backlog of ammunition, magic filling the air between the three of them. As she looks out over the slowly gathering, wary builders on the field in front of them, Evie snorts a laugh when she sees Hadama get sniped by Soleil and his plotted revenge. Let the games begin.
don’t waste precious moments looking down on yourself
you're a wildfire - burn bright, burn bright
you're a wildfire - burn bright, burn bright
