My spores been growing by the day; my days been shining bright
"That is what I said," Mateo says brightly. Una montagna. It means mountain, in the travelling tongue where my dad is from." Still swinging his legs, he meditates on the prospect of not having a meaning to his name, before wrinkling his nose. "Your dad's name is Gill?" he guesses. "Maybe I should make up a meaning for it myself. Mateo means... big tree," he decides.
His brow furrows as well to hear Everest speak so - and in the years to come, the expression will also become a familiar one for Mateo, but only in the presence of his friend. "Most animals pick fights with one another, I think," he objects. "But only humans go shopping. Want to come and get milkshakes with me?"
His brow furrows as well to hear Everest speak so - and in the years to come, the expression will also become a familiar one for Mateo, but only in the presence of his friend. "Most animals pick fights with one another, I think," he objects. "But only humans go shopping. Want to come and get milkshakes with me?"
mateo!
