there was no where for me to stay, but I stayed anyway
Peering over as Sohalia began to write, Ever's mind was so wrapped up in imagining where in the library he might find the tomes she was currently listing that he nearly missed her question. "Mostly non-fiction." By mostly he meant exclusively, although Mateo made him read a great number of his Nonna's fairytales, so he supposed it would have been incorrect to say he only read non-fiction. "My mother is a doctor, so I used to read a lot of medical texts. And my father used to be the Spyglass, so he was always bringing home very eclectic things to read."
Smiling politely, Everest does not vocalize his disagreement. He rather hated travelling; new things made him anxious and were it not for Mateo, he'd likely never have left Stormbreak. 'That's a good point.' He murmurs thoughtfully, writing a few notes to himself in the top margin of his notebook. "I have a flighted shift, but then..." Waggling the fingers of one hand, he smiles shyly. "No hands to write with."
Smiling politely, Everest does not vocalize his disagreement. He rather hated travelling; new things made him anxious and were it not for Mateo, he'd likely never have left Stormbreak. 'That's a good point.' He murmurs thoughtfully, writing a few notes to himself in the top margin of his notebook. "I have a flighted shift, but then..." Waggling the fingers of one hand, he smiles shyly. "No hands to write with."
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