the earth has music for those who listen
Mateo, who has no idea that he's doing such a good job at pretending to be exactly what he is, spends his time thoroughly amused at Boreal's antics while tickling the hanging snake under its scaly chin. Indeed, he raises his eyebrows at the sapling as if to ward it against any new mischief until they can get it safely delivered.
Tuning back in just as Tal gives his description of Frey, he won't be disappointed to learn that Mateo does, indeed, understand the concept of really fuckin' hot. Tilting his head and smirking such that it only creates a dimple on one cheek, he nods to the courier. "That sounds like a relief," he says, further warming to the deity even if he does still hold his father's opinion in high regard.
"Oh, the last time I channelled, my friend and I were watching some luxere, but they ran away because some wolves showed up. The wolves would have had us as a snack, so I channelled something to spook them away," he explains, cheerful as you like.
Tuning back in just as Tal gives his description of Frey, he won't be disappointed to learn that Mateo does, indeed, understand the concept of really fuckin' hot. Tilting his head and smirking such that it only creates a dimple on one cheek, he nods to the courier. "That sounds like a relief," he says, further warming to the deity even if he does still hold his father's opinion in high regard.
"Oh, the last time I channelled, my friend and I were watching some luxere, but they ran away because some wolves showed up. The wolves would have had us as a snack, so I channelled something to spook them away," he explains, cheerful as you like.
