the earth has music for those who listen
Mateo falls for a lot longer than it feels like he has bounced, and when he hits the ground, although he's cushioned by a lot of fallen leaves and moss and other detritus, he still, y'know, hits the ground. And it's unpleasant as all hell. "Questa è l'idea più stupida che abbia mai avuto," he grates as he finally manages to surface, having been sucked right down to the forest floor.
"I'm over here!" Vaguely he can hear Ever calling for him, scrambling to his feet only for pain to lance through his wrist, something that has him cursing all over again in another tongue. "Your turn!" he says jokingly, not that it is remotely funny. "I think I hurt myself."
"I'm over here!" Vaguely he can hear Ever calling for him, scrambling to his feet only for pain to lance through his wrist, something that has him cursing all over again in another tongue. "Your turn!" he says jokingly, not that it is remotely funny. "I think I hurt myself."
