Mateo
"Papà!" Mateo's voice rings out loud and clear from the deck of the Sugartide as it sails over Meadowreach, sending a few High-Land Cows to scattering and casting a dark blob of shadow in the grass a few dozen feet from where his siblings are getting ready to bloom. Mainly he's called out so Remi doesn't assume it's Flora - given that he's borrowed his sister's skyship - but also he kind of just likes to see the herd of cows startle. So sue him.
Letting down a ladder once the Sugartide is at safe hovering distance, the botanist drops away at the last few rungs to land in the soft, fragrant flowers, stretching his arms high above his head. "Gods, it is a lovely trip up here you know, when it is good weather," he announces, pushing his sunglasses up and into his curls which have been left loose around his shoulders for the occasion.
"How are things coming? You must tell me everything." And maybe his fathers will have realised already what is becoming increasingly obvious, and they can share the news before Mateo does.
Letting down a ladder once the Sugartide is at safe hovering distance, the botanist drops away at the last few rungs to land in the soft, fragrant flowers, stretching his arms high above his head. "Gods, it is a lovely trip up here you know, when it is good weather," he announces, pushing his sunglasses up and into his curls which have been left loose around his shoulders for the occasion.
"How are things coming? You must tell me everything." And maybe his fathers will have realised already what is becoming increasingly obvious, and they can share the news before Mateo does.
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
