Everest
"Uhm, can you—" Ever's voice is lost amongst the throng of Torchers who flutter and push through the streets, none of whom are paying any attention to him. Looking lost and quite small, the Hart boy frowns, clutching a strange bouquet of...mushrooms?, bound by waxy-brown paper and string. "—excuse me—" He tries again, to no avail. Frowning again, Ever tries to puzzle out what Mateo would do in this situation (the situation being in Torchline, alone, and having no idea where to find Paige).
He really should have sent a letter, like she did. Ravens always knew where to go.
Sitting himself down on a bench, the boy from Stormbreak who had never before been to Torchline, set his mushroom bouquet down next to him so that he could reach for his notebook. Surely Paige had told him her last name or some other detail that would help him find her, and if she had, it would be in the pages of his book.
He really should have sent a letter, like she did. Ravens always knew where to go.
Sitting himself down on a bench, the boy from Stormbreak who had never before been to Torchline, set his mushroom bouquet down next to him so that he could reach for his notebook. Surely Paige had told him her last name or some other detail that would help him find her, and if she had, it would be in the pages of his book.
But if the song never stopped, it wouldn't have any magic
So even though it's gotta end, I'll keep singing along
So even though it's gotta end, I'll keep singing along
