Mateo
There's a lot of bird noises happening, which Mateo takes to mean he's definitely made a new friend and perhaps life isn't so bad after all, when the eagle promptly abandons him. "Oh." Sighing (and definitely dehydrated, exhausted, hungry and exposed to the elements), Mateo lets himself grow listless amongst the Grotto's roots again, his cheek lolling against a particularly uncomfortable bend in them that cricks his neck.
Having closed his eyes in a facsimile of sleep when a real voice suddenly chirps out, the botanist comes back to true consciousness abruptly enough to almost slip through his self-made prison, left clinging hard to the canopy and swallowing a lump of panic in his throat. "Ever?" he calls up to his friend. "Dio, you missed it. There was a huge eagle down here!"
Having closed his eyes in a facsimile of sleep when a real voice suddenly chirps out, the botanist comes back to true consciousness abruptly enough to almost slip through his self-made prison, left clinging hard to the canopy and swallowing a lump of panic in his throat. "Ever?" he calls up to his friend. "Dio, you missed it. There was a huge eagle down here!"
I wanna wake up
Can't even tell if this is a dream
Can't even tell if this is a dream
