Mateo
"Not here, I do not think," Mateo says a touch sadly, though he supposes the geysers that erupt along the Rainbow Road might count. "But up in Stormbreak where I am from, we have a large spring." Pointing skyward, the floating city can just about be visible with the naked eye. Not that he's all that interested in Stormbreak, honestly, not with how Charlie reacts to the travelling tongue spilling from his lips - not to mention their shared interest in snapdragon.
He knows he's a dream come true, but has he accidentally done the same with this woman, he wonders?
"That sounds very interesting," he croons, and he means it; not that he's particularly into the flaying aspects, but inhaling drugs from a bonfire? Count Mateo in. "You can," he agrees of his oil based snapdragon, "and I have." And it works a treat, can confirm.
Tilting his head to hear of her journey through the ages all the way down to Torchline's shores, the botanist leans back on one hand. "I have heard the same thing, though I have only been to the Grounds once or twice. What a shame that you are not staying longer."
He knows he's a dream come true, but has he accidentally done the same with this woman, he wonders?
"That sounds very interesting," he croons, and he means it; not that he's particularly into the flaying aspects, but inhaling drugs from a bonfire? Count Mateo in. "You can," he agrees of his oil based snapdragon, "and I have." And it works a treat, can confirm.
Tilting his head to hear of her journey through the ages all the way down to Torchline's shores, the botanist leans back on one hand. "I have heard the same thing, though I have only been to the Grounds once or twice. What a shame that you are not staying longer."
if anything could fall at all, it's the world that falls away from me
