Everest
Ever, young as he is, is well versed in the layout of Archives. This is mostly due to his father working here, but also because he has a penchant for research and study. Which...come to think of it, directly comes from his father, so perhaps it's entirely to do with Finn. Ahem, anyways.
With a book on ThirdEye and Mountain Weather Patterns tucked under his arm, it's with his nose buried in a third book about Puberty And You that has him bumping directly intoWessex an old woman who feels like she's made entirely of bones. "!!!" Ever mewls, dropping his books and flinching back a step or two as his cheeks redden. "Sorry!" His voice cracks on the -rY! making him sound more like a strangled dinosaur than a young boy. "Sorry, sorry." He repeats again nervously, dropping to his knees to scoop up his books.
With a book on ThirdEye and Mountain Weather Patterns tucked under his arm, it's with his nose buried in a third book about Puberty And You that has him bumping directly into
the words you speak
become the house you live in
become the house you live in
