Mateo
"So what I am hearing is that your life is as boring as ever, sorellina, and there is absolutely no drama to speak of." Mateo's grin is audible even before he gazes over his shoulder to beam at Flora, all dimples and wind-tossed curls and ruddy cheeks from the chill breeze at this height. Wrapped in a grey pattered sweater and a deep purple coat best described as swashbuckling, he's evidently dressed for the Cordillera at least, even if he's not entirely sure where they're headed until they get there and the Doubletake explains.
Raising his eyebrows and hurrying to her side so he might also look out towards the summit of their little world, his breath catches at the rugged beauty of it, untouched by anyone for years, and likely for centuries before that. "It is not that I disagree with you, but you could not have simply gone to the one in the Greatwood?" He smirks. "Still, I suppose you are right. I imagine it could use a good clean after all this time, too."
Raising his eyebrows and hurrying to her side so he might also look out towards the summit of their little world, his breath catches at the rugged beauty of it, untouched by anyone for years, and likely for centuries before that. "It is not that I disagree with you, but you could not have simply gone to the one in the Greatwood?" He smirks. "Still, I suppose you are right. I imagine it could use a good clean after all this time, too."
I'm a scholar and a gentleman
And I don't usually fall when I try to stand
And I don't usually fall when I try to stand
