Everest
"It's..." Polite to a fault and compelled to answer such a direct question, the boy hardly has time to think up a lie were he so inclined. "...about the hallucinogenic properties of ThirdEye." Ever replies, peering up at Wessex the old woman with a startled and guilty expression. "But I don't do drugs and am not planning to. Unless you count some of the pills my mom has me take sometimes. And if you do count those then I suppose I should correct myself and say that I only take drugs prescribed by a doctor, which my mom is, and—" Sweeping the books into his arms and making his way to his feet, Ever gulps.
"And I'm very sorry for bumping into you. I wasn't looking where I was going and that's very rude of me."
"And I'm very sorry for bumping into you. I wasn't looking where I was going and that's very rude of me."
the words you speak
become the house you live in
become the house you live in
