MATEO
Ordinarily, Mateo would have happily engaged in the philosophy and semantics of crowds and couples and trios, but even as his friend pulls him to his feet, the boy's saucer eyes are still pinned somewhere over Ever's shoulder. "Look--" he manages, gripping his friend's arm and dragging him back a few more feet, but the wolves are already taking advantage of his misstep.
"Ever, watch out!" Fumbling as if he can somehow protect them both from whatever might happen next, Mateo throws up a hand defensively. And it's intuitive, the way he reaches inward to a part of him that's been sleeping until now. The way every fibre of him calls out help! to anything around that might listen.
And that is how Mateo Taliesin channels for the first time.
Mateo tries to channel a spirit to help with the wolves!
"Ever, watch out!" Fumbling as if he can somehow protect them both from whatever might happen next, Mateo throws up a hand defensively. And it's intuitive, the way he reaches inward to a part of him that's been sleeping until now. The way every fibre of him calls out help! to anything around that might listen.
And that is how Mateo Taliesin channels for the first time.
Mateo tries to channel a spirit to help with the wolves!
the earth has music for those who listen
