Everest
Torn between the ever-present need to be polite and the sudden clenching of his stomach at the prospect of putting something in his mouth from a stranger, it's with slightly apprehensive fingers that Ever reaches out for the sprig of mint. "Thank you." He mumbles, looking at the green shoot, saying a silent prayer, and then putting it tentatively in his mouth.
Pulling the mint out of his mouth as soon as the subject changed (Ever was fairly certain he could feel bacteria on it, having already imagined a thousand spiders crawling up and down the stem), he nods. "Yeah. Bright orange, then red." Watching the Hammer at work, the boy's lips part slightly as he watches. "That's...surprising." He whispers, more to himself than to Luciana. "Not many other substances can undergo such a quick change like that, and retain their strength." Then, ever aware of his ignorance, he tilts his head apologetically. "..can they?"
Pulling the mint out of his mouth as soon as the subject changed (Ever was fairly certain he could feel bacteria on it, having already imagined a thousand spiders crawling up and down the stem), he nods. "Yeah. Bright orange, then red." Watching the Hammer at work, the boy's lips part slightly as he watches. "That's...surprising." He whispers, more to himself than to Luciana. "Not many other substances can undergo such a quick change like that, and retain their strength." Then, ever aware of his ignorance, he tilts his head apologetically. "..can they?"
But if the song never stopped, it wouldn't have any magic
So even though it's gotta end, I'll keep singing along
So even though it's gotta end, I'll keep singing along
