Mateo
Mateo isn't drunk but he absolutely isn't sober either, arriving on the heels of Flora and Jack with little more than a small paper bag of something in his hands. With red rimmed eyes he waits patiently for his sister to share her moment with Seren, before heading up to join her and leaning down by the pyre. Scattering the items in the paper bag - seeds, of course - he whispers something in the travelling tongue before straightening up.
"I am sorry that we could not have more time," he says, his voice rough and tired. "There are many people who love you in Mort's realm, so you should not be lonely." And isn't that sad as well? Sniffing and raking his curls out of his face, he gives Flora's shoulder a warm squeeze before retreating back into the long grasses.
"I am sorry that we could not have more time," he says, his voice rough and tired. "There are many people who love you in Mort's realm, so you should not be lonely." And isn't that sad as well? Sniffing and raking his curls out of his face, he gives Flora's shoulder a warm squeeze before retreating back into the long grasses.
I wanna wake up
Can't even tell if this is a dream
Can't even tell if this is a dream
