Matéo
Mateo had never heard of the plants that the girls had been named for, but he wasn't too surprised by his lack of knowledge. He could name any of the local variety of fish and even some of the underwater flora in Torchline, but past that he was near useless.
He supposed her opinion on snow was similar to his opinion about the sea. He'd grown accustomed to its presence every day and while visitors came and went, nothing changed. Not really anyway. The mention of the god's herald throws him off for just a moment before he shakes his head just slightly.
"Not much more than most, I'm guessing. I respect the old gods but don't talk to them as much as some seem to." He shrugs before moving to hand her sketchbook back. "Why, you need 'im for something?"
When you're sparkling madly in the moonlight
don't you understand that I need you still
don't you understand that I need you still
