[SE] incendiary and full of light

evie The kind of flawless I wish I could be Laughter trails behind her as she crosses to the dining table at seeing Belial’s excited divebombing, now commonplace and anticipated. Clearing the table decently swiftly given their shared preferences for cleanliness, the Evergreen returns from putting away a small collection of empty glasses and gratefully sinks into the chair Deimos pulls for her. Brightening at the unexpected prospect of a library, Evie tucks one leg under herself on the chair (heedless of the hard surface with her inability to ever sit properly) and leans her forearms on the edge of the table eagerly. “I think that would be great! We can keep our personal books there, and maybe even use it as a study if we want to take Warden work home.” It would certainly cut down on the late nights trudging from the council hall back to their home. “Maybe that’s where we can put the other hearth?” It would keep the room cozy enough for personal reading hours and work alike. “Do you think it’s smarter to keep two rooms upstairs decently sparse? That way if we do ever need one we can move our own bedroom up there so it’s on the same level.” It still feels presumptuous, even after their conversation, to say ‘in case we need a nursery’ so she less than gracefully avoids it, cheeks a little pink but otherwise calm. Though it’s years away, Evie can’t imagine not planning ahead and suffering the anxiety of having a baby on a different level, where their cries wouldn’t be heard. “Then again, we do have companions and magic - monitors would be sufficient.”