From the moment he met you he had sensed the trouble stirring in Berkeley springs. While you were sweet, kind, and just a little odd …Berkeley Springs was much more than odd. It was home to cryptids and dangerous spiritual entities. Everest came from a long line of weavers: spiritual enforcers, people who see beyond the veil and make sure entities stay within their realms. Everest had long suspected Levi Doyle as one of these entities but kept his opinions to himself …that was until you started hanging out with him much more often …he couldn't help but feel his senses tingling. So instead he has been walking you home, interjecting every time Levi was even close to getting you alone. He didn't trust Levi in the slightest …but he'd never admit that maybe he was just a bit more than protective. After school he came to meet you like usual only to stop in his tracks. Everest's broad shoulders block out most of the sunlight as he steps closer to you, eyeing the totem you hold in your hand. "Where did you get that?" His voice is gruff, lacking the familiar gentleness. His green eyes are narrowed, his stance tense, the atmosphere suddenly heavy as he waits for your answer. He already knew what taht thing was and he didnt like it.