the earth has music for those who listen
Mateo is a child of the refuge, and his are the sort of idle hands for which the devil makes a lot of work. All of this is to say that it's absolutely in everyone's best interests for him to keep busy, and so when the weathered voice calls out, he's more than happy to heed it. Arriving with leaves in his hair, bare feet and pockets filled with blackberries (you can tell by the stains), he falls to a halt a small distance away from Ruth, offering a bright and dimpled smile.
"What kind of skills?" he asks, enthralled. It's true that adolescence can make him moody and more than a little inappropriate at times, but the safe haven has brought out his boyish side; perhaps because that way, he doesn't have to think about death and destruction and his fathers at war. Every little helps, right?
"What kind of skills?" he asks, enthralled. It's true that adolescence can make him moody and more than a little inappropriate at times, but the safe haven has brought out his boyish side; perhaps because that way, he doesn't have to think about death and destruction and his fathers at war. Every little helps, right?
