MATEO
"I don't think so," Mateo says of any other attacks, busy making sure his cactus spines are safely put away before returning to Ever and his terrarium. "If there have been, they've not been enough to cause any trouble for people. Pa hasn't mentioned anything." For better or worse, war talk has become a regular part of dinner conversation, but at least it means Mateo is kept up to date.
He hums his agreement with his friend as he pulls up a stool to sit down and inspect the soil and other succulents in his terrarium, flapping a hand for Ever to do the same if he likes. "I don't like it either," he agrees. "I'd want to be able to know what was happening, even if it wasn't good news..."
The ohhh? is obviously enough for Mateo to continue, because he flashes Ever a grin over his shoulder. "Of course," he says. "Most people make Third Eye to earn a living, I guess. Trading it and whatever. I don't think I'd really care about that all too much though, so I'd make sure my stuff was the purest."
He hums his agreement with his friend as he pulls up a stool to sit down and inspect the soil and other succulents in his terrarium, flapping a hand for Ever to do the same if he likes. "I don't like it either," he agrees. "I'd want to be able to know what was happening, even if it wasn't good news..."
The ohhh? is obviously enough for Mateo to continue, because he flashes Ever a grin over his shoulder. "Of course," he says. "Most people make Third Eye to earn a living, I guess. Trading it and whatever. I don't think I'd really care about that all too much though, so I'd make sure my stuff was the purest."
the earth has music for those who listen
