the earth has music for those who listen
Ever scrabbles in the mud and Mateo tries not to fall on his ass and do the same. He's already flecked with dirt from their running adventure, the boy's chest heaving as he looks between the fleshy rectangles with their forever teeth. "You got that right," he mumbles to his friend in response to the awhooo, and if he weren't a comparatively small child, he'd have scooped up the puppy and raced away into the woods with him.
But unfortunately he is just a kid, and so as the worms sluggishly flail their annoyance at them, Mateo takes full advantage of that fact and chooses to opt the hell out. "This way," he urges to Ever, beckoning him directly to the right and into a deep thicket of trees. Hopefully the Magna Vermis won't bother to try and follow.
But unfortunately he is just a kid, and so as the worms sluggishly flail their annoyance at them, Mateo takes full advantage of that fact and chooses to opt the hell out. "This way," he urges to Ever, beckoning him directly to the right and into a deep thicket of trees. Hopefully the Magna Vermis won't bother to try and follow.
