Everest
Though Ever has no reason to be wary of the Falling, that doesn't mean he hasn't absolutely picked up on and internalized the hesitation he's seen from his father. He sits slightly farther back than his friend with his legs folded and with one hand casually holding onto a rock as if that might anchor him should the world decide to try and tilt itself and shove them over the edge. "Will you try and grow some regularly, and then some in your atrium?" Ever wonders, assuming that of course Mateo would try to use the most scientifically efficient method possible.
"So...we're supposed to eat them, but spit out the seeds?" Ever wonders with a frown, thinking that sounded very messy, and wondering what everyone walking by would think.
"So...we're supposed to eat them, but spit out the seeds?" Ever wonders with a frown, thinking that sounded very messy, and wondering what everyone walking by would think.
