[It's a game for children, but Eivor is like... halfway drunk, so that makes it more palatable. She thinks. As stated, she is well into her cups.
But anyway, she's creeping around in the safety of the corn, and she is apparently too good at hiding—so good that she has lost track of the last time she even saw someone looking for her. She's starting to wonder if maybe everyone else has gone to bed, when she sees a glimpse of red hair and her excitement gets the best of her.
She leaps out from cover like a giant, stupid cat pouncing an unknowing bird.] Ha!!
o god. you have so many tag-ins but adds another
But anyway, she's creeping around in the safety of the corn, and she is apparently too good at hiding—so good that she has lost track of the last time she even saw someone looking for her. She's starting to wonder if maybe everyone else has gone to bed, when she sees a glimpse of red hair and her excitement gets the best of her.
She leaps out from cover like a giant, stupid cat pouncing an unknowing bird.] Ha!!