Mateo
"Ah, forgive me," Mateo gushes, despite very much having a hunch about it, "how presumptuous. What is their name?" The correction is accompanied by a mischievious bob of his eyebrows, as if to ask whether he's any closer to receiving a proper answer for his good manners. Handing the menu back to the server - he might end up going straight for dessert and cocktails, depending on his mood - the botanist takes another sip of his wine and nods earnestly about his own dragon sighting.
"They do, mostly," he agrees. "But white dragons can be found in Halo, and I believe there have been black dragon sightings in the Climb." Not that he imagines she will want to go there. "If you do see one, I hope it is an illustration in a book," he jokes. "Otherwise one of my fathers can shift into a dragon, if you are desperate to meet one."
"They do, mostly," he agrees. "But white dragons can be found in Halo, and I believe there have been black dragon sightings in the Climb." Not that he imagines she will want to go there. "If you do see one, I hope it is an illustration in a book," he jokes. "Otherwise one of my fathers can shift into a dragon, if you are desperate to meet one."
I wanna wake up
Can't even tell if this is a dream
Can't even tell if this is a dream
