[RQ] pattern of the cracks

Evie

Evie doesn’t notice the look Talyson throws her way - she’s too busy eyeing the distinctly unmoving, dead shape in the distance. But dead is dead, and perhaps she is too much of a native Grounder, but dead means ‘move on’ to her. Her companions seem restless and unsure, but take their lead from her, and go back to driving their wedges to the base. With no water or air incantations to rely upon, all Evie can do is supply the strength of her arms. Which is nothing to frown upon of course.

The first block emerges swiftly as none of them are tired yet, which is a blessing. But her straight and intense focus shatters as she feels water spray over her hair and bounce off her resistant coat, sparking a slight yelp at the chill. She already suspects the culprit before she spins, and sure enough Deimos’ cube is already cheerily sliding its way across the ice. Evie does the same with theirs (the workers make noises of surprise but clearly don’t mind the help) and she crinkles her nose over lips that try desperately to smile, aiming the expression at her fellow Warden. A flick of her hand and he’ll feel the drawstrings of his hood flop around in retaliation, aiming to flicker annoyingly at his cheeks for having distracted her.

reckless at heart but never unkind
in a perfect world we could've been fine

_{Table Code by Sky!}