LILY
oh, cover your crystal eyes
and let your colors bleed and blend with mine
and let your colors bleed and blend with mine
“Oh, I’m okay,” she tosses the reply away with a light grin, before she’s knocked off balance and straight into Remi, if he isn’t careful. She reaches out to catch herself, on him - or the ground, whatever - a distant “Sorry!” heard, though no one ever stops to see if she’s alright. “Jesus,” Lily mutters under her breath as she rights herself, checking to make sure her necklace is still there.
It is. Thank God.
“I’m looking for a jeweler, for this Fiat Lux gift giving thing. Did you hear about it?” She pats the little pouch she just checked and then doesn’t let go. It’s a wild day at the market, with Fiat Lux driving everyone here for their own preparations and necessities for their festival stalls. No doubt there are pickpockets out here too. “I’ve got Melita, and want to make her something pretty.”
