MATEO
Much like an overconfident pup pressed against a parent for safety, Mateo feels a lot less startled about the whole ordeal when he realises that Remi doesn't sound particularly worried. "They had better," he mutters, glancing around as the bag slouches to the ground and peeling himself away from his father so he can see what's going on a little better.
"Alright, that sounds okay," he agrees of not having to be the muscle in this task, and his keen eyes do manage to pick out a promising spot against the cave walls. "How is the Greatwood?" he asks as he points it out, crouching to carefully move some strange and budding plant material that's sprouting from a crack in the wall. No sense in killing something that's trying so hard to grow.
"Alright, that sounds okay," he agrees of not having to be the muscle in this task, and his keen eyes do manage to pick out a promising spot against the cave walls. "How is the Greatwood?" he asks as he points it out, crouching to carefully move some strange and budding plant material that's sprouting from a crack in the wall. No sense in killing something that's trying so hard to grow.
the earth has music for those who listen
