the earth has music for those who listen
"That does not mean you can't use the first aid things now," Mateo protests. "It might actually feel quite good, and I am not sure where--" The Stonesong is, he means to say. It might take them a little while to make it to the river, and a little while longer before they figure out where the houseboat is relative to it, and why had this seemed like a good idea? The thought evades him, that Remi would not deposit them too far from home, and as far as Mateo is concerned they are in the middle of nowhere forever.
And now there's rustling in the trees. Mateo jumps as well at the sound of the ice pack, his arm moving to cradle back against his chest, and he turns to face the underbrush alongside Ever. "Who is it? Who is there?" he calls out. Clearly it's a monster, or at least something that understands the language they speak. Anything else would be ridiculous, right?
And now there's rustling in the trees. Mateo jumps as well at the sound of the ice pack, his arm moving to cradle back against his chest, and he turns to face the underbrush alongside Ever. "Who is it? Who is there?" he calls out. Clearly it's a monster, or at least something that understands the language they speak. Anything else would be ridiculous, right?
