Mateo
Let's not think about how long it took Mateo to sail his little schooner down to the floating city of Haulani, or who did the piloting. (It's better left unknown, truth be told, since Ever is out on some errand - aka his job - and the drifting botanical skyboat is a danger to itself even before getting Mateo involved). Whatever, though, because he's here!
He's not paid Torchline a visit since the blowup with his sister, but even the thought of running into Flora doesn't dampen his spirits; not when the invitation to the islands has come from his fathers. Mateo has agreed to meet Remi at one of the highest floating points of the city, where they can watch the skyline bleed into the ocean like running watercolours.
Dressed impeccably in a crisp, white shirt, a sage coloured waistcoat and a spray of gold jewellery, Mateo hides his nerves by chatting up a skinny street cat sunning itself on a wall.
He's not paid Torchline a visit since the blowup with his sister, but even the thought of running into Flora doesn't dampen his spirits; not when the invitation to the islands has come from his fathers. Mateo has agreed to meet Remi at one of the highest floating points of the city, where they can watch the skyline bleed into the ocean like running watercolours.
Dressed impeccably in a crisp, white shirt, a sage coloured waistcoat and a spray of gold jewellery, Mateo hides his nerves by chatting up a skinny street cat sunning itself on a wall.
i've told you time and time again
i'm not as think as you drunk i am
i'm not as think as you drunk i am
