My spores been growing by the day; my days been shining bright
"Oh," Mateo says brightly, smiling and tilting his head at the centrepiece. "I could... I wonder if I could make the Greatwood in the snow..." Nodding absently at Tobi's instructions (snow moss isn't poisonous, he's pretty sure), the doctor is nonetheless very wise to read up on her flora before the boy delivers his newest project to the infirmary. With thoughts filled with fluffy white trees and luxere, he has to blink a couple of times as his parents return.
"Mm, this is Oria!" he says of Remi's companion, smiling up at both of his fathers, before that very same smile begins to fade. He narrows his eyes somewhat and reaches for his glass of apple juice. "Non c'è mai stato un fantasma, vero?" he asks casually, the travelling tongue singing easily from his lips.
"Mm, this is Oria!" he says of Remi's companion, smiling up at both of his fathers, before that very same smile begins to fade. He narrows his eyes somewhat and reaches for his glass of apple juice. "Non c'è mai stato un fantasma, vero?" he asks casually, the travelling tongue singing easily from his lips.
mateo!
