there was no where for me to stay, but I stayed anyway
"Uhm." Ever gulped, despite the woman's question being an entirely innocuous one and the type of thing he should absolutely have expected. Though the aviator had grown from a round-cheeked child into a rather handsome man (so said Matoe, anyway), Everest carried on, for the most part, like a child who was nearly constantly afraid of doing or saying the wrong thing.
"I was trying to make a map." He admits after a moment, sighing out a breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding. Without really looking at Sohalia, the aviator holds out his sketch-book in her direction. "I say trying even though I suppose this is a map based on definition alone, it isn't a very good one. Not for flying. The distances are all wrong, and..." Realizing he'd been rambling again, Ever frowns at his knees.
"Are you just sketching the landscape?" He wonders, repeating her question back to her.
"I was trying to make a map." He admits after a moment, sighing out a breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding. Without really looking at Sohalia, the aviator holds out his sketch-book in her direction. "I say trying even though I suppose this is a map based on definition alone, it isn't a very good one. Not for flying. The distances are all wrong, and..." Realizing he'd been rambling again, Ever frowns at his knees.
"Are you just sketching the landscape?" He wonders, repeating her question back to her.
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