MATEO
"What?" Mateo says with a sunny and dimpled smile, having absolutely no idea what Ever is talking about when it comes to his parents and having kids with other people. So instead he just gives the other boy a good natured elbow to the ribs that will be all but absorbed by the layers he's wearing. "And what's wrong with me?" he wants to know, before hurriedly hopping behind the tree trunk with his friend.
"They're very pretty," he hisses to Ever, like whispering will help (it doesn't especially as the thunder of hooves grows louder). "You'll love them - we should definitely stick around. We'll be safe behind the tree." Through the snowy gloom, a telltale glow does begin to dance along a few of the trunks.
"They're very pretty," he hisses to Ever, like whispering will help (it doesn't especially as the thunder of hooves grows louder). "You'll love them - we should definitely stick around. We'll be safe behind the tree." Through the snowy gloom, a telltale glow does begin to dance along a few of the trunks.
the earth has music for those who listen
