Though I've handled the wood, I still worship the flame
Not quite able to help it, Everest chuckles under his breath with disbelief, before quickly inhaling through his nose as if to cover the sound. "I'm quite sure you could put up a shelf or string a bow." He counters with a slight tilt of his head. Those were exercises in logical thinking, though when it came to cartography, he offered no argument. Raising his eyebrows for a moment, the aviator leans back into himself for a moment to consider. "That...seems like using people for what they know, then." He says, though if anyhting it sounds as though he's just started thinking in the middle of a thought. "If you specialize in certain knowledge with the assumption others will do the same, and then you use each other...but I suppose if it's mutually beneficial..." Realizing he'd been rambling, the attuned promptly presses his lips together and offers Isla an apologetic smile.
Glancing up from his work, it took only a few mental gymnastics for Everest to imagine a world where magic wasn't seen as a curse, and he found himself nodding along. "War?" He frowns, then sighs. "I suppose it's inevitable everywhere."
Glancing up from his work, it took only a few mental gymnastics for Everest to imagine a world where magic wasn't seen as a curse, and he found himself nodding along. "War?" He frowns, then sighs. "I suppose it's inevitable everywhere."
