[SWE] The Festival of Fiat Lux!

DEIMOS

Calculations and mischief were all he required, the agreement between the pair solidified within a moment of eternal devilry. Maneuvering back along barracks thresholds, they managed to push and pull the designated object with little trial or tribulation; just the assemblage of mischief emboldening, scurrying, hurrying them along. By the time they’d come back though, others had wandered in the midst, and it took some time to reposition, recalculate, their ridiculous endeavors. The beast had managed to scramble and cobble together a few crowns and petals in their midst too, so after more machinations, they were finally ready.

Behind the catapult’s long arm, he loaded the basket, then pulling on the strings, the tethers, the lines, sent it flying – an unleashing of mayhem in petals, diadems, and circlets, one section entirely aimed at Amalia, and then whoever happened to fall in the wake. Waiting for a moment in the incoming aspects of humor and impish decorum, his eyes caught another familiar outline. “Is that Hotaru?” And then he yielded the catapult’s arm to Kiada, an open invitation, to unfurl and uphold the ridiculous irreverence.

You aren't afraid of throwing yourself

in the path of danger

but you're terrified of letting anyone in