Everest
Everest doesn’t move to intercept—though the instinct is there, coiled and ready. Some lessons are worth the stumble, and with her size and lightness, there’s little real danger beyond a bruised ego. He tracks her descent without flinching, noting the jerky adjustments, the determination that holds even when alarm flickers bright in her mind.
When her feet finally meet the sand and she steadies herself, his smile broadens into something warm and approving. He gives a slow, deliberate clap, the sound light in the sea breeze but genuine in its praise. "You’ll be an expert in no time," he says, voice steady and without a trace of condescension, as if he fully expects the prediction to come true.
Straightening, he slips his hands into his pockets again, head tilting slightly as if only just realising something. "I haven’t even introduced myself," he adds, tone softening into polite formality. "My name is Everest Hart."
When her feet finally meet the sand and she steadies herself, his smile broadens into something warm and approving. He gives a slow, deliberate clap, the sound light in the sea breeze but genuine in its praise. "You’ll be an expert in no time," he says, voice steady and without a trace of condescension, as if he fully expects the prediction to come true.
Straightening, he slips his hands into his pockets again, head tilting slightly as if only just realising something. "I haven’t even introduced myself," he adds, tone softening into polite formality. "My name is Everest Hart."
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
