there was no where for me to stay, but I stayed anyway
The Righteous Climb was certainly a climb, though what morality had to do with it the young aviator had no idea. He'd worry about it another day; for now, Ever was trying to map out the angle of the road's rise. No one ever planned to have to make swift ascents into Stormbreak, but perhaps if they did dire situations such as those written about in books would come about far less often. It might make tales of heroes seem far less realistic if the protagonists were always hyper-prepared for every situation - certainly, they would lack in drama - but those were good things in Ever's mind.
So it was that the once chubby and awkward boy who'd grown into a tallish and awkward man was sitting in the dirt with a protractor, a notebook, and a metal thing that looked as though it should be in some old-fashioned medical museum rather than in the hands of an aviator. Shading his eyes against the glare of the sun, Ever makes precise marks in the notebook on his lap while taking perfectly measured water-breaks every 15 minutes.
So it was that the once chubby and awkward boy who'd grown into a tallish and awkward man was sitting in the dirt with a protractor, a notebook, and a metal thing that looked as though it should be in some old-fashioned medical museum rather than in the hands of an aviator. Shading his eyes against the glare of the sun, Ever makes precise marks in the notebook on his lap while taking perfectly measured water-breaks every 15 minutes.
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