Mateo
"I disagree, but I am glad you do not think so," Mateo mumbles, turning and levering his leg out straight so he can look at his dumb, sprained ankle with a resigned sigh. Nodding, he lets the aviator sit beside him and get as comfortable as one can get sitting atop the Grotto with a trail climb back home to look forward to. While Ever box breathes and tries to contain himself, Mateo gazes out across the arguably gorgeous view beyond the edge of Stormbreak somewhat miserably.
"It is alright. I think I was ready to be found by the time you came by," he admits, furrowing his brow. "I was having an episode of melancholy." Which is a slightly more prescriptive way of saying the botanist had fallen into one of his moods; Ever's mother would probably have some sort of diagnosis for him, if he had ever bothered to go and see her about it.
"It is alright. I think I was ready to be found by the time you came by," he admits, furrowing his brow. "I was having an episode of melancholy." Which is a slightly more prescriptive way of saying the botanist had fallen into one of his moods; Ever's mother would probably have some sort of diagnosis for him, if he had ever bothered to go and see her about it.
I wanna wake up
Can't even tell if this is a dream
Can't even tell if this is a dream
