[RQ] pattern of the cracks

Evie

Tal’s exasperation is heard loud and clear, but Evie is not so withering a flower as to wince or apologize. Especially not when the man’s own companion eagerly joins the fun with a trill of excitement, undermining his efforts. Deimos seems to make the decision for the both of them, but Evie’s grin is entirely unrepentant and blatantly eager. Some of the workers seem intrigued by the game, and in fact another block goes sliding past from behind her before she can even take up proverbial arms in this new challenge of theirs.

“Loser buys a round of drinks?” she proposes with a cheeky grin. Be it whiskey, water, or cocoa, surely everyone would delight in a free cup at the end of a day spent laboring on the ice. In fact just to prove her dedication to the challenge, Evie moves to break the seal on the half-done block her team is working on, lifting it from the water easily to send it sliding towards the sled with a well-aimed push of both magic and foot.

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

_{Table Code by Sky!}