Everest
Ever, young as he was, had only a cursory understanding of what was going on. He'd heard both of his parents talking about it in whispered voices when they thought he was asleep, and though eavesdropping was rude, there was little he could do about overhearing them while he laid wide-awake in his bed. It, of course being the fact that Cian had been killed, decapitated, and now the Order was running around like a chicken with its head cut off.
With sleepy blue eyes and messy curls, the young attuned navigates the traffic of the plaza best as he can. Tasked today with picking up some medical equipment from Luciana for his mother, Ever struggles to find a happy medium between efficiently getting through the throng of citizens while not being rude about it.
The bright tang! tang! of the anvil makes Ever jump slightly with each beat making it seem as though he had some very predictable twitch. 'Uhm—' He calls out, looking both apprehensive and a touch out of place. 'Hello? I am looking for The Hammer.'
With sleepy blue eyes and messy curls, the young attuned navigates the traffic of the plaza best as he can. Tasked today with picking up some medical equipment from Luciana for his mother, Ever struggles to find a happy medium between efficiently getting through the throng of citizens while not being rude about it.
The bright tang! tang! of the anvil makes Ever jump slightly with each beat making it seem as though he had some very predictable twitch. 'Uhm—' He calls out, looking both apprehensive and a touch out of place. 'Hello? I am looking for The Hammer.'
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
