jack of all trades

MATEO

Given that Mateo never had any intention of becoming a dragoon, Everest is basically a walking advertisement not to consider it even as a passing fancy. The Taliesin boy's expression goes from mildly amused all the way along the scale to vaguely horrified as Ever continues to speak, and he brushes the crumbs from his lap and reminds himself to ask his father what he used to look like the next chance he gets. "It sounds horrible," he agrees emphatically.

Far from falling on deaf ears, Mateo hears the word dangerous when it applies to his plants and other applications and is only more incensed to find out more; his blue eyes light up and he offers his friend a wicked sort of smile. "But what if they were just doing it wrong? I've travelled in dreams already, I used to live in one. That doesn't scare me," he says.

Unaware of the possible state of his balance or the protector at his side, Mateo nibbles at his lower lip and shrugs his shoulders. "My dad's best friend used to be an Ascended," he explains, like he's still unsure how he's supposed to feel about it compared to how he does feel. "I'm named after her. My middle name, anyways. I think I met her when I was little, but I haven't met her again since I came here."

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