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some say the world will end in fire
some say in ice
It really isn’t a party until she arrives. Everyone knows this. Or at least, they ought to. But it doesn’t matter if they know or not, because she will make sure they do. She’s always listening in in Beqanna, keeping tabs on things going on. Like Eight, she knows when she can be of some use. And to be fair, she doesn’t really need to come to this meeting. Eight can handle a simple, magical shield easily enough. But they have business to discuss, and she might as well snag Eight while the both of them are actually showing their face.
It’s sort of rare, you know. Except in times of war. Everyone comes crawling out of the woodwork then.
She pops into the Valley colored bright pink today. Why? Because it is a party. Confetti falls from her bright blue mane and tail, littering the Valley with ridiculous splashes of colored paper. “Mind if I join you?” she asks, managing to sneak in right before Eight sends his blurry shield into the air around them. Obviously, her question is not a question at all. It’s a statement. She’ll be joining. Please don’t try and stop her. It won’t end well.
“Evrae,” she offers to the group before turning her attention mostly to Eight. It’s why she’s here, really. “ “You and I have a task, if you’re up for it.” She says, that Cheshire grin spreading on her face. Oh, how good it was to be causing a bit of chaos again.
It’s sort of rare, you know. Except in times of war. Everyone comes crawling out of the woodwork then.
She pops into the Valley colored bright pink today. Why? Because it is a party. Confetti falls from her bright blue mane and tail, littering the Valley with ridiculous splashes of colored paper. “Mind if I join you?” she asks, managing to sneak in right before Eight sends his blurry shield into the air around them. Obviously, her question is not a question at all. It’s a statement. She’ll be joining. Please don’t try and stop her. It won’t end well.
“Evrae,” she offers to the group before turning her attention mostly to Eight. It’s why she’s here, really. “ “You and I have a task, if you’re up for it.” She says, that Cheshire grin spreading on her face. Oh, how good it was to be causing a bit of chaos again.
from what i've tasted of desire
i hold with those that favor fire