MATEO
"This isn't as interesting as Angel's End," Mateo is complaining as they duck down into the cave system of the Burrows. Angel's End, he'd heard, was full of rare and fascinating vegetation, the types of which he'd never be able to find elsewhere. Even in the Celestine, waiting for something injured to show up and then creeping into a Climb enclosure was too much hassle.
He's been complaining uncharacteristically, in fact, since before they'd gotten to the sweltering region, his shoulders a bit hunched, his dark curls falling into his face. Maybe it's just a bad mood. Maybe it's hormones. Or maybe it's because his home had been attacked and an important landmark levelled to the ground, and then his best friend had been whisked away to some stupid frozen wasteland, and they hadn't even stopped in Halo to say hi.
Maybe it's that.
He's been complaining uncharacteristically, in fact, since before they'd gotten to the sweltering region, his shoulders a bit hunched, his dark curls falling into his face. Maybe it's just a bad mood. Maybe it's hormones. Or maybe it's because his home had been attacked and an important landmark levelled to the ground, and then his best friend had been whisked away to some stupid frozen wasteland, and they hadn't even stopped in Halo to say hi.
Maybe it's that.
the earth has music for those who listen
