MATEO
"Mm, you're old, Dad." Mateo nods in agreement, his tone as pleasant and vicious as any child. He dusts his hands off now that the powder dye is all finished, the boy shifting to sit properly on the riverbank. Tilting his head - he doesn't know the difference between bringing a painting to Safrin and bringing a model, but he trusts his father on this - he nods slowly. "It will take longer to build the model," he reasons. "Do we need it for when we go tonight?" The hidden meaning being very clear, of course - do we need to put off the trip?
Mention of Everest, at least, pulls his attention as far from Safrin as it gets. "Oh! Yeah, he's weird but he seems nice. His pa is the Spyglass and his mama is a doctor," he explains. "We have history together. And art, and science. We're doing our homework together." He smiles.
Mention of Everest, at least, pulls his attention as far from Safrin as it gets. "Oh! Yeah, he's weird but he seems nice. His pa is the Spyglass and his mama is a doctor," he explains. "We have history together. And art, and science. We're doing our homework together." He smiles.
the earth has music for those who listen
