Evie
I'm growing up, but I'm not growing old
A good hot soak, a big meal, and a heavy sleep has Evie returning bright-eyed and focused the next morning. Vibrant hair tied into a ponytail and geared up for the day’s work. They set to work relatively quickly, none of them the type to dawdle. Glancing at the two foremost jobs ahead of her, Evie follows after Deimos this time. While her magic cannot hold a grand amount of weight, the Evergreen is no spindly armed woman. Years of gardening and hauling around patients would surely help with getting some struts loaded.
“I’ll come with you,” she assures, and grins to hear Noah behind them, shifting to scare the birds away from their improper roosting. It’s tempting to stay just to watch it happen, but they have much ahead of them.
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Evie goes with Deimos for the struts.
“I’ll come with you,” she assures, and grins to hear Noah behind them, shifting to scare the birds away from their improper roosting. It’s tempting to stay just to watch it happen, but they have much ahead of them.
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Evie goes with Deimos for the struts.
And I hate to do anything that I've been told
