the earth has music for those who listen
"Lieto di conoscerti," Mateo says, the words rolling off his tongue like music before he can stop them. "Er - nice to meet you," he clarifies, shaking Tal's hand and straightening up, chuckling as Boreal comes snuffling about his pockets. "I got some jerky from Torchline?" he says with a toothy grin. "We can have some once we find the river."
Hopping over a protruding root as he follows Tal, Boreal, and the curious little tree through the jungle, Mateo seems more than at home in the jungle. "Mm? Oh, they don't mind so much, I don't think. They never have before anyways. I came to Torchline for a school project and got a bit distracted," he explains, thoroughly unhelpful without meaning to be.
Hopping over a protruding root as he follows Tal, Boreal, and the curious little tree through the jungle, Mateo seems more than at home in the jungle. "Mm? Oh, they don't mind so much, I don't think. They never have before anyways. I came to Torchline for a school project and got a bit distracted," he explains, thoroughly unhelpful without meaning to be.
