Mateo
"Is that why you became one?" Mateo wonders, all but lolling back in his canopy of roots as his friend swings into view like some gods-damned Indiana Jones without the hat. The sight of Everest is enough to automatically have the botanist moving, though whether that's a good or a bad thing is yet to be determined. Hissing in a breath as he accidentally puts pressure on his hurt ankle, Mateo furrows his brow.
"I wanted to come somewhere that nobody would look for me," he admits - and clearly it had worked because nobody had found him until now. "But you were too clever for me. I think I would quite like to get out of the Grotto now, though." As if that would be at all possible in their current conditions. "Do you think la Verbena could get down here?"
"I wanted to come somewhere that nobody would look for me," he admits - and clearly it had worked because nobody had found him until now. "But you were too clever for me. I think I would quite like to get out of the Grotto now, though." As if that would be at all possible in their current conditions. "Do you think la Verbena could get down here?"
I wanna wake up
Can't even tell if this is a dream
Can't even tell if this is a dream
