Though I've handled the wood, I still worship the flame
"Alright." The aviator agrees willingly. "I will withhold my judgment until then." Already in his mind he's made a note of it, and indeed should Isla ever string a bow or hang a shelf in his presence, Ever will be quick to call back this very moment.
Ever's long lashes flutter for a moment as his head tilts just so; like a dog that's heard a very high-pitched sound very far away. Considering thoughtfully for a moment as his fingers continue their rhythm of wrapping, packing, and assembling, slowly he nods. "I wonder if that's what makes us social." He hazards, blue eyes glancing at Isla through a furrowed brow covered in curls. "Because we can't do everything ourselves, we're forced to be social because of it."
Twitching his lips thoughtfully and matching Isla kit for kit as they went, Ever nods. "It is. Honestly, it's probably because we're all so used to just being together that we don't realize that, once upon a time, we chose to be this way because it was better than being alone." Falling silent, Ever wonders if there isn't some way of reminding everyone of precisely that fact. That living in a society was a kind of choice, and by staying, you agreed to certain things.
Wiping at his brow with the back of one arm, Everest suddenly realized how warm he was. Frowning and putting the inside of his wrist against his forehead, despite his proclivity against being touched, he turned suddenly to Isla. "As you are a doctor...Do I feel warm to you?"
Ever's long lashes flutter for a moment as his head tilts just so; like a dog that's heard a very high-pitched sound very far away. Considering thoughtfully for a moment as his fingers continue their rhythm of wrapping, packing, and assembling, slowly he nods. "I wonder if that's what makes us social." He hazards, blue eyes glancing at Isla through a furrowed brow covered in curls. "Because we can't do everything ourselves, we're forced to be social because of it."
Twitching his lips thoughtfully and matching Isla kit for kit as they went, Ever nods. "It is. Honestly, it's probably because we're all so used to just being together that we don't realize that, once upon a time, we chose to be this way because it was better than being alone." Falling silent, Ever wonders if there isn't some way of reminding everyone of precisely that fact. That living in a society was a kind of choice, and by staying, you agreed to certain things.
Wiping at his brow with the back of one arm, Everest suddenly realized how warm he was. Frowning and putting the inside of his wrist against his forehead, despite his proclivity against being touched, he turned suddenly to Isla. "As you are a doctor...Do I feel warm to you?"
