My spores been growing by the day; my days been shining bright
Who does know, truly? Mateo softens at that, nodding to himself as if perhaps the Mateo tree might be found in the Celestine after all. "The swamp is muddy and smelly, mostly. Isn't it? I've never been, but my dads say that it's like that," he tells Everest, leading them away from the bench and through the square towards the little milkshake stand he likes to frequent. And the other boy's agreement is met with another cheerful, dimpled smile.
"What flavour d'you want? I like all of them except banana," he says, pointing up at the list. "Mm...? Oh, yeah. They went to take care of the woods. They said I could go as well, but I wanted to stay here. I've not been in the Greatwood since I was a baby. I miss them a lot, but I like Stormbreak. What do your parents do?"
"What flavour d'you want? I like all of them except banana," he says, pointing up at the list. "Mm...? Oh, yeah. They went to take care of the woods. They said I could go as well, but I wanted to stay here. I've not been in the Greatwood since I was a baby. I miss them a lot, but I like Stormbreak. What do your parents do?"
mateo!
