Everest
It's still strange to associate the word friend with himself such that Ever writes a full sentence before realizing that the golden voice rising across the sands was referencing him. Glancing up in time to see Mateo's confident march in his direction, Everest nevertheless takes a moment to appraise his friend from his meticulously tied shoelaces to the contents of his hands. "Hello Mateo." Ever says politely. "The guards are on their way." He adds by way of explanation, just in case his friend wondered why he was ignoring the complaints and screams of the trio. They were trespassing abandoned, sure, but Ever just wasn't the sort of boy who could be cruel. Not yet anyway and if he was lucky, not ever.
"No but I can do this—" The woman screams, leaning down to grab and rock and hurl it toward the boys. Her aim is poor, perhaps intentionally, but Ever still flinches hard enough that his notebook slips off of his lap. "Oh!" He cries, reaching down with fumbling fingers. "I was just trying to learn more about the hand-mines. All the books just say they grab hold of the abandoned and don't let go, but I wanted to know how. Are they alive? Is it magic from the gods? Did we make them?" With hopeful blue eyes, Ever looks up at Mateo as if he might know the answers to everything he could possibly wish to learn.
"No but I can do this—" The woman screams, leaning down to grab and rock and hurl it toward the boys. Her aim is poor, perhaps intentionally, but Ever still flinches hard enough that his notebook slips off of his lap. "Oh!" He cries, reaching down with fumbling fingers. "I was just trying to learn more about the hand-mines. All the books just say they grab hold of the abandoned and don't let go, but I wanted to know how. Are they alive? Is it magic from the gods? Did we make them?" With hopeful blue eyes, Ever looks up at Mateo as if he might know the answers to everything he could possibly wish to learn.
the words you speak
become the house you live in
become the house you live in
