Evie
normality is a paved road
comfortable to walk, but where no flowers grow
comfortable to walk, but where no flowers grow
Evie concedes the point with a contemplative look on her face. "Maybe strapped to the insides of the vest? Hm. Maybe I'll try it myself one of these seasons!" It's not her style necessarily either, but maybe she could adapt it into something more creative. And definitely outsource it. Her fingers wouldn't survive trying to sew a tuxedo.
"Exactly! Plus it's not like it's a pageant." If that were the case Evie would never attend in the first place. Glancing around at the dead hels on the beach, realizing her mission is now completed, Evie turns to Melita with a grin. "Hey, wanna go hunt some more of those? I have some time to kill." And, whether Mel agrees or proposes some other mischief to make, Evie wades out of the tide pool and gestures the Honeybee to her side, ready to gallivant off into further theatrics and adventuring while time allows.
- Fin!
"Exactly! Plus it's not like it's a pageant." If that were the case Evie would never attend in the first place. Glancing around at the dead hels on the beach, realizing her mission is now completed, Evie turns to Melita with a grin. "Hey, wanna go hunt some more of those? I have some time to kill." And, whether Mel agrees or proposes some other mischief to make, Evie wades out of the tide pool and gestures the Honeybee to her side, ready to gallivant off into further theatrics and adventuring while time allows.
- Fin!
