Evie
And it's my whole heart
While tried and tested, it's mine
While tried and tested, it's mine
Evie frowns contemplatively at the words, folding it back up and walking it back to the main room. It earns a spot in the stack of important documents, though she isn’t sure why she labels it that way. As she turns, casting her eyes over all their work, her gaze settles on Tal and Deimos through the open door to the side room, and she watches them finish in tandem.
They’ve done it. The Council Hall has been renewed, and they stand as the Wardens of it.
It’s still strange.
Tal might see a darkening, but Evie only feels the wood beneath her feet and the grit of determination to do what all they can before war is upon them. She waves slightly as he goes, but doesn’t anticipate a response. Then she shuffles out the remaining helpers, shaking hands and murmuring gratitudes, until only she and Deimos remain. Turning, she hauls herself onto a desk to sit and look about the room, and she gives the Sword a tentative smile. “Well…shall we get to work?” Work of another kind, one with a far more pressing deadline.
They’ve done it. The Council Hall has been renewed, and they stand as the Wardens of it.
It’s still strange.
Tal might see a darkening, but Evie only feels the wood beneath her feet and the grit of determination to do what all they can before war is upon them. She waves slightly as he goes, but doesn’t anticipate a response. Then she shuffles out the remaining helpers, shaking hands and murmuring gratitudes, until only she and Deimos remain. Turning, she hauls herself onto a desk to sit and look about the room, and she gives the Sword a tentative smile. “Well…shall we get to work?” Work of another kind, one with a far more pressing deadline.
Burned but not buried this time
