Mateo
Understanding very little of what Everest wants to do (his usually sharp mind is a very blunt instrument today, apologies), Mateo nonetheless nods dumbly along and lets the aviator attach whatever part of him to his belt that he likes. "Good thing I wore one today," he says of his own belt - and no, his sense of time is not the best currently either. "Okay. I am ready."
He isn't, but it's happening, so there's no point saying otherwise. With his ankle screaming as soon as he forces it to do anything other than be prone, the botanist hisses a few of his favourite travelling tongue curses and persuades his body to move towards the tunnel. Extracting himself from the last of the roots is an unpleasant and painful affair, but he does eventually manage to start crawling back the way he came.
"I am sorry, Ever," he mumbles into the echoing cavern of the Grotto's tunnel, heading towards the light winking up ahead.
He isn't, but it's happening, so there's no point saying otherwise. With his ankle screaming as soon as he forces it to do anything other than be prone, the botanist hisses a few of his favourite travelling tongue curses and persuades his body to move towards the tunnel. Extracting himself from the last of the roots is an unpleasant and painful affair, but he does eventually manage to start crawling back the way he came.
"I am sorry, Ever," he mumbles into the echoing cavern of the Grotto's tunnel, heading towards the light winking up ahead.
I wanna wake up
Can't even tell if this is a dream
Can't even tell if this is a dream
