MATEO
It's one of Mateo's favourite things these days, to cromch through the fallen snow and to look for things that still manage to grow even in such difficult conditions. And that Ever is happy to accompany him is even better, the boy humming tunelessly and hopping over an icy log before his friend speaks again. "Mm? Sure," he says - as Everest always knew he would.
"Oh," he says softly, rubbing at the back of his head and biting at the inside of his cheek. "Oh, well... I mean... yeah, it's weird. The twins don't live on the boat, and it's weird that they're around but they're not really around, you know? But my pa would kill them if they got to close to home, here."
"Oh," he says softly, rubbing at the back of his head and biting at the inside of his cheek. "Oh, well... I mean... yeah, it's weird. The twins don't live on the boat, and it's weird that they're around but they're not really around, you know? But my pa would kill them if they got to close to home, here."
the earth has music for those who listen
