champagne, cocaine, gasoline; and most things in between
"The Celestine is one of the most beautiful places in Caido," Mateo says with the sort of confidence that only comes from walking through a garden blessed by the gods. "Though I cannot confess to have spent much time in the training grounds, despite knowing several dragoons." Or former dragoons now, he ought to say. But whatever.
His eyes light up as she asks more about his trade, Mateo dilligently pinning some more ribbons of fabric to the skirt of her dress, which seems to be coming together very nicely now. "I grew up in the Greatwood before moving to Stormbreak. Between that and our nonna, I have always been interested in plants." Reflextively his hand flutters to his chest, where the necklace of bones sits beneath his shirt. "I particularly enjoy making hybrid species, and extracting the useful parts of plants to concentrate their properties." That's I like to make monsters, drugs and poisons, to you and I.
Straightening up once more, his smile flinches a little at the easy warmth in her words - you must be so loved - and Mateo clears his throat awkwardly. "Something like that," he says, forcing himself to brighten again and gesturing to her outfit. "I think that might be a good start, you know. If more need adding after you sew this together, I think it can be done as a final touch."
His eyes light up as she asks more about his trade, Mateo dilligently pinning some more ribbons of fabric to the skirt of her dress, which seems to be coming together very nicely now. "I grew up in the Greatwood before moving to Stormbreak. Between that and our nonna, I have always been interested in plants." Reflextively his hand flutters to his chest, where the necklace of bones sits beneath his shirt. "I particularly enjoy making hybrid species, and extracting the useful parts of plants to concentrate their properties." That's I like to make monsters, drugs and poisons, to you and I.
Straightening up once more, his smile flinches a little at the easy warmth in her words - you must be so loved - and Mateo clears his throat awkwardly. "Something like that," he says, forcing himself to brighten again and gesturing to her outfit. "I think that might be a good start, you know. If more need adding after you sew this together, I think it can be done as a final touch."
