Mateo
"Mm... I suppose it is easier to see the reason they made their decisions when you get a little older," Mateo says, reluctant but sincere as he admires the beautiful if not lonely landscape below. "Especially given what they would have seen and gone through up here." Following Flora's gaze to where she suggests they set the Sugartide to hovering, he nods and immediately goes to assist. Between them they've got enough skyboat experience to work in tandem with ease, and he's ready and unfurling the rope ladder the moment they're steady over the landing spot.
"It must have been terrifying," he remarks offhandedly, gazing up at the sky as he hoists himself over the railing and onto the ladder. To battle their way up here, to watch the heavens split and to see the face of the god of all gods, seized and possessed by The Core.
Shivering to himself and turning his eyes away, Mateo focuses on getting onto the ground without being blown away by the cutting wind, then holds the ladder steady for his sister to join him. "Any idea which direction seems promising for a death shrine?"
"It must have been terrifying," he remarks offhandedly, gazing up at the sky as he hoists himself over the railing and onto the ladder. To battle their way up here, to watch the heavens split and to see the face of the god of all gods, seized and possessed by The Core.
Shivering to himself and turning his eyes away, Mateo focuses on getting onto the ground without being blown away by the cutting wind, then holds the ladder steady for his sister to join him. "Any idea which direction seems promising for a death shrine?"
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
