Mateo
”Sorellina!” Mateo trills from somewhere just beyond where the workers are dealing with his sister’s (AKA his) many, many trunks and boxes of clothing and accessories. Marching forward through the crowds of travellers like a biblical figure parting a sea in some primary colour, Mateo’s arms are already spread wide to welcome Flora into his embrace. ”It is so nice to see you - and all of my belongings - up here in Stormbreak. Though not for long, or so I imagine, not with the magic you are whipping up.”
Dressed in a pastel blue tank top and wrapped in a shawl decorated in curling waves and leaping fish, he gathers his sister up into his arms and gives her a squeeze. His hug will leave a lingering scent of jasmine and peppermint, and he’s evidently still not as wary of the region as he probably should be given its ruler, based on the dimpled smile on his face. ”Shall we? I had Ever give me a refresher of La Verbena and her equipment - though she is looking quite homely compared to this lovely thing!” He gestures to the bright sails behind Flora.
Dressed in a pastel blue tank top and wrapped in a shawl decorated in curling waves and leaping fish, he gathers his sister up into his arms and gives her a squeeze. His hug will leave a lingering scent of jasmine and peppermint, and he’s evidently still not as wary of the region as he probably should be given its ruler, based on the dimpled smile on his face. ”Shall we? I had Ever give me a refresher of La Verbena and her equipment - though she is looking quite homely compared to this lovely thing!” He gestures to the bright sails behind Flora.
i've told you time and time again
i'm not as think as you drunk i am
i'm not as think as you drunk i am
