Somewhere my lifeline still hums and sings
In the mess of all I have thrown away
Evie had helped to coordinate this event, of course, but nothing would ever beat days and nights of haggling and scheduling than seeing it all come together in a festive, delightful display. Cheering, whooping, children screeching and laughing. It has a beam almost permanently affixed to her face as she helps tie together the last few loose ends. In the mess of all I have thrown away
Or so she had told Deimos.
While she did go talk to one of the vendors, what she had truly intended was to give herself a chance to sneak up on the Sword - by not being sneaky, and casually walking up from behind him in the hopes of sounding like any other citizen - and smooshing snow against the nape of his neck.
“Oops!” she trills cheerily, and with a laugh turns her engagement ring and promptly makes herself invisible so she can try and run away.
Evie
