Everest
Mateo may or may not be hiding somewhere in the Celestine. It's possible, certainly. What is certain though, is that Ever is here. With a charcoal-coloured scarf wrapped snuggly around his neck and a notebook in his hand, the Hart boy has been wandering around the Celestine's various enclosures for a while now, taking down notes about the new arrivals. Though the magic at work makes all the enclosures perfectly suited to what they contain, only the ones from areas like Torchline or Hak Etme remained free of snow whereas some of the others were now heavily blanketed. Having been abruptly aged by Frey, this was Ever's first time ever seeing snow despite the fact he looked to be about 9.
The sound of bells has Ever raising his head, his curls heavy with large snowflakes and his blue eyes narrowed slightly to try and discern where the sound was coming from. A figure in the distance has him frowning slightly and closing his notebook. His expression doesn't change all that much when he makes out who it is, though his shoulders do ease somewhat. "Hello Paige." He calls, politely.
The sound of bells has Ever raising his head, his curls heavy with large snowflakes and his blue eyes narrowed slightly to try and discern where the sound was coming from. A figure in the distance has him frowning slightly and closing his notebook. His expression doesn't change all that much when he makes out who it is, though his shoulders do ease somewhat. "Hello Paige." He calls, politely.
