Mateo
A dewdrop has hijacked its way from one of the vines and is trickling down Mateo's little finger and onto his wrist. He's just considering the taste of it when a rich voice breaks his reverie, the botanist glancing over his shoulder with his hand still outstretched. Sunjata has succeeded at least, becuse he isn't startled so much as gently stirred from his thoughts. And at the sight of the other man, his blue eyes light up in recognition.
"The Flood," he says, a little obviously. "Ah, mi scusi." Turning properly now, he offers Sunjata a dimpled smile. "We met once before in front of the Mathair in the Greatwood. I do not know if you remember me - I am Mateo Taliesin. Are you here to leave an offering for Ghilio as well?"
"The Flood," he says, a little obviously. "Ah, mi scusi." Turning properly now, he offers Sunjata a dimpled smile. "We met once before in front of the Mathair in the Greatwood. I do not know if you remember me - I am Mateo Taliesin. Are you here to leave an offering for Ghilio as well?"
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
