Everest
Unlike Mateo, the Hart-boy doesn't scream into the sudden silence, but speaks in a conversational tone. "Okay." Ever replies without a moment's hesitation despite this seeming like an absolutely terrible idea. As would become a trend in their lives, there was almost nowhere that Mateo would go that Ever wouldn't follow, no matter the stupidity or danger that was sure to follow.
Silence rings in Ever's ears, and had he paws just now, they'd have been flopping against his head to try and drown away the strange sense of nothing. So despite the fact that they're following a luxere herd and should probably keep quiet, Ever decides to fill the silence with the thoughts bouncing in his mind. "How many luxere do you think it takes to make a herd?" The boy wonders, genuinely interested. "Three isn't a herd, and I don't think four is. But ten probably is. But what about 6? or 8?" Stepping in Mateo's tracks with his arms stretched out from his sides to aid with balance, Ever frowns at the back of his friend's head.
Silence rings in Ever's ears, and had he paws just now, they'd have been flopping against his head to try and drown away the strange sense of nothing. So despite the fact that they're following a luxere herd and should probably keep quiet, Ever decides to fill the silence with the thoughts bouncing in his mind. "How many luxere do you think it takes to make a herd?" The boy wonders, genuinely interested. "Three isn't a herd, and I don't think four is. But ten probably is. But what about 6? or 8?" Stepping in Mateo's tracks with his arms stretched out from his sides to aid with balance, Ever frowns at the back of his friend's head.
the words you speak
become the house you live in
become the house you live in
