Everest
Despite his frown, Ever's expression is mostly one of thoughtful understanding. "What about your sisters?" One was dead, sure, and was born before Mateo's dad's were together, but Ever was far too young and inexperienced to know if that mattered or not. "D'you think they'll do the growing-up thing? Like we did?" The growing-up thing being suddenly aging up a number of years rather abruptly. Given the war, it seemed lots of kids were doing it these days.
"Hey—" Reaching for Mateo's sleeve, Ever gives it a tug as he falls still. "Do you—" There's no need to say hear that, given the rhythmic crunching of snow echoing through the woods. "It sounds like...horses?" Only that couldn't be right, could it?
"Hey—" Reaching for Mateo's sleeve, Ever gives it a tug as he falls still. "Do you—" There's no need to say hear that, given the rhythmic crunching of snow echoing through the woods. "It sounds like...horses?" Only that couldn't be right, could it?
the words you speak
become the house you live in
become the house you live in
