the earth has music for those who listen
While Everest is preparing, Mateo is doing what Mateo does best, and diving in headfirst. Indeed, by the time the other boy is asking how they might get up onto the mushroom, the tiniest Taliesin has climbed halfway up one of the trees overhanging it, grinning down at his friend. "We'll jump!" he calls brightly. Clearly, whoever divvies out things in the divine realm has given Ever Mateo's dose of common sense overthinking, because he hasn't thought even for a moment that his friend ought to take a hike.
He's quite keen to show Ever how it's done, in fact, even if he's never done it before himself. It explains why he leaps from his place halfway up the tree, anyway, and he boings right off the mushroom, squealing with delight the entire time. That is, until it comes to the descent, and something garbled (oh fuck in the travelling tongue, to be precise) leaves his lips as he tumbles off into the undergrowth and disappears entirely.
He's quite keen to show Ever how it's done, in fact, even if he's never done it before himself. It explains why he leaps from his place halfway up the tree, anyway, and he boings right off the mushroom, squealing with delight the entire time. That is, until it comes to the descent, and something garbled (oh fuck in the travelling tongue, to be precise) leaves his lips as he tumbles off into the undergrowth and disappears entirely.
