champagne, cocaine, gasoline; and most things in between
"An elevator," Mateo trills as they step out of the contraption and onto the observation deck, more than content to keep Charlie glued to his side as she peers around at it. "It can take people up or down much faster than stairs. There are stairs as well, of course, but I thought we would prefer not to hurt our feet even more." Especially given that they are wearing one sandle apiece.
Grinning up at the wide expanse of twinkling stars and letting the petite Ancient go so she can twirl and observe and enjoy herself, he trails at her heels to wherever she chooses to sit. Only once his coat has been spread out for them does Mateo sink down beside her, setting her boots to one side and leaning back on his hands. "Ah, look - a shooting star." He points; there are dozens, if one is quiet and watches for a few moments, blanketing across the sky.
"In there," he points behind them to the interior of the dome, "is the real Spyglass. It can see anywhere in Caido, or so they say."
Grinning up at the wide expanse of twinkling stars and letting the petite Ancient go so she can twirl and observe and enjoy herself, he trails at her heels to wherever she chooses to sit. Only once his coat has been spread out for them does Mateo sink down beside her, setting her boots to one side and leaning back on his hands. "Ah, look - a shooting star." He points; there are dozens, if one is quiet and watches for a few moments, blanketing across the sky.
"In there," he points behind them to the interior of the dome, "is the real Spyglass. It can see anywhere in Caido, or so they say."
