Peeping up at the bonfire as it suddenly appears, Mateo grins at his friend and ambles towards it with his bag of holding. As Ever rhymes (sort of), the Taliesin boy takes out all of his fruit skewers and nods along with the ideas presented. "I think together they'll both taste divine. So yes, I agree - we should add yours to mine." he announces, carefully arranging the bark around the skewers so it can infuse with the fruit as it roasts.
As for the Ascended, the boy takes a furtive glance around and hunkers closer that he might whisper to ever. "I don't see any - do you know how they look?" he asks. "I heard they've got fangs! I read it once in a book." Is he just messing around now? Very likely.
Mateo roasts his fruit skewers with peppermint bark and gossips about Ascended.
As for the Ascended, the boy takes a furtive glance around and hunkers closer that he might whisper to ever. "I don't see any - do you know how they look?" he asks. "I heard they've got fangs! I read it once in a book." Is he just messing around now? Very likely.
Mateo roasts his fruit skewers with peppermint bark and gossips about Ascended.
