the earth has music for those who listen
"Hallo Ophelia. Hallo Falke," Mateo announces cheerfully, his accent rolling around their names with a musical cadence. He has absolutely no issue with the monkey climbing him, as evidenced by his laughter at the tiny and inquisitive hands that sort the moss from his curls and pull at his ears. "I do not mind at all," he assures the Fixer, sitting back on his knees to allow Ophelia to explore wherever she likes.
"She's very pretty. What is she?" he asks curiously; of course he has read about the animals of Caido and has seen more than a few weird and wonderful specimens in the Celestine, but this is altogether different.
"She's very pretty. What is she?" he asks curiously; of course he has read about the animals of Caido and has seen more than a few weird and wonderful specimens in the Celestine, but this is altogether different.
