Silver Creek and I call with all my heart

Everett’s frown flickered with something of a smile, even as he stumbled and tried to regain the balance he’d lost with his brother’s playful shove.

He knew what Evander wanted from him, but Everett knew better than to give in. It was still against his nature too, even if his brother thought otherwise. Everett would always be the rain to his brother’s wildfire. Their parents had made sure of that.

Everett ambled to a tree opposite the one his brother surveyed. I’m not sure, he admitted aloud, Tybault could be anywhere by now, and in fact, a small part of him hoped they wouldn’t find him at all. Evander often told him how much their brother loved him, but Everett had to admit life was much easier when he wasn’t around. But North is the way… and he faltered, though he knew Vander knew the end of his sentiment.

North was the way he had seen.