MATEO
"Garth from my history class wants to be a dragoon," Mateo says with the moody drawl of a teenager, though it's entirely directed away from Remi now. "What kind of a name is Garth anyway?" Huffing out a sigh, the boy comes to sit down on the heated stone a few feet away from where his father is attacking the wall with the sort of ease that would terrify anyone unused to such displays.
The idea of a greenhouse in Halo has the boy perking up all over again, though. "Really? I mean, people live there, so there must be some kind of heating or they'd be really, really dead. But the greenhouse sounds amazing. Ugh, I wonder what kind of things they grow there..."
The idea of a greenhouse in Halo has the boy perking up all over again, though. "Really? I mean, people live there, so there must be some kind of heating or they'd be really, really dead. But the greenhouse sounds amazing. Ugh, I wonder what kind of things they grow there..."
the earth has music for those who listen
