Evie
I see what lies heavy on your heart
Her laughter rings out against the trees and vines, lighthearted and shameless in both noise and the terrible pun that had caused it in the first place. As he escapes her hold she chases after him - though it's a swaying, lunging motion due to her debilitating laughter - and tries to snag at his hand once more. "Aw, c'mon it wasn't that bad!" she cajoles through her giggles. "Plus I haven't even done it to you recently. I was due it!"
It's tempting to just jump onto his back instead and have him carry her for a bit, but much like Zuriel there's always the chance of getting dumped instead. So she merely grins as he turns over his shoulder, willing to cater to her ridiculous notions and what-ifs as he so often does, even when he's aware they're little more than fanciful painted daydreams of nonsense. "Firework shops would make a killing in general. I don't think I've ever seen anyone selling them in large amounts. Are they hard to make without magic?"
It's tempting to just jump onto his back instead and have him carry her for a bit, but much like Zuriel there's always the chance of getting dumped instead. So she merely grins as he turns over his shoulder, willing to cater to her ridiculous notions and what-ifs as he so often does, even when he's aware they're little more than fanciful painted daydreams of nonsense. "Firework shops would make a killing in general. I don't think I've ever seen anyone selling them in large amounts. Are they hard to make without magic?"
and the strength you still keep inside
