the earth has music for those who listen
"Guitar strings? I don't think she's ever given my dad anything like that..." Frowning, Mateo rubs at the back of his head and hmmmms into the temple, his voice echoing around the arched ceilings. "Well I guess we could ask them. And there are other people too, who have met gods. Maybe we can learn more about them that way."
Smiling, he rests his hands on his knees and sits up straighter, as if very proud about what he's going to say next. "I will even take notes," he tells Ever. "So we can come back and compare the things we've found out. That way, if I ever do need to channel the gods for either of us, we'll know all there is to know about them, right?"
Smiling, he rests his hands on his knees and sits up straighter, as if very proud about what he's going to say next. "I will even take notes," he tells Ever. "So we can come back and compare the things we've found out. That way, if I ever do need to channel the gods for either of us, we'll know all there is to know about them, right?"
