Everest
A blustery and quite cool breeze whipped through the plaza, against which Everest Hart had tucked his chin and mouth inside of a deep blue scarf that was wound tightly around his neck. Even so, the tips of his ears were quite chilly such that the aviator made a mental note to pick himself (and Mateo) up a pair of earmuffs at his earliest convenience. That would have to be a chore for another day, though. Having completed his shopping earlier that day (as evidenced by the bags he carried under his arms), his next task was to finish making the lantern he'd started on earlier that season. Unlike Noe he planned to do this at home where all of his supplies were meticulously laid out in preparation. Alas, it was not to be.
Though Ever's scarf protected his cheeks and lips from the breeze his shopping bags lacked any such defense. From one, the fingers of the wind plucked bits of tissue paper and a sprig of juniper, carrying them up into their currents and out across the plaza. With a gasp of surprise and frustration, the aviator jogged as politely as he was able through the crowds of people to try and reclaim what the wind had stolen.
Fluttering as if on invisible strings, the paper and sprig of botanicals dropped delicately in the midst of Noe's crafting station.
Though Ever's scarf protected his cheeks and lips from the breeze his shopping bags lacked any such defense. From one, the fingers of the wind plucked bits of tissue paper and a sprig of juniper, carrying them up into their currents and out across the plaza. With a gasp of surprise and frustration, the aviator jogged as politely as he was able through the crowds of people to try and reclaim what the wind had stolen.
Fluttering as if on invisible strings, the paper and sprig of botanicals dropped delicately in the midst of Noe's crafting station.
even if i had to lose you to know you,
i'd still be that temporary phase that you grow through
i'd still be that temporary phase that you grow through
