Mateo
The alarm is raised after a day or so, when Mateo doesn't show up for work and is surprisingly absent from his usual nightly escapades. A day or so because, honestly, it isn't all that unusual for the botanist to go missing on occasion, finding himself in someone's bed for an impromptu orgy only to escape some time later with a smile and sore hips.
But the usual haunts are empty, and la Verbena is nestled safely in the dock at the Falling. No Mateo, though.
But he knows where he is. Obviously. One might assume some drug addled bender has led him here to the Grotto, and whilst maybe there was a tipple of something involved, he's irritatingly sober. No, this simply happens sometimes, the botanist finding himself as intensely melancholy as he usually is vibrant.
The difference is he's stuck right now, tangled in the roots that prod out from the bottom of Stormbreak's airborne terrain, and he's waiting patiently either to be found, or to fall out an down towards Torchline and the Arclight. Maybe he'll fly - who knows.
But the usual haunts are empty, and la Verbena is nestled safely in the dock at the Falling. No Mateo, though.
But he knows where he is. Obviously. One might assume some drug addled bender has led him here to the Grotto, and whilst maybe there was a tipple of something involved, he's irritatingly sober. No, this simply happens sometimes, the botanist finding himself as intensely melancholy as he usually is vibrant.
The difference is he's stuck right now, tangled in the roots that prod out from the bottom of Stormbreak's airborne terrain, and he's waiting patiently either to be found, or to fall out an down towards Torchline and the Arclight. Maybe he'll fly - who knows.
I wanna wake up
Can't even tell if this is a dream
Can't even tell if this is a dream
