Mateo gives his father's opinion the same level of respect, hmmming to himself and nodding. "That is a good point," he agrees. "And there are different types of plant growing? Che curiosità..." And it's that curiosity which has him trudging along with all the more determination, despite the way his t-shirt darkens with sweat.
"Okay, Pa... I've got water in my bag for us if you want some?" It's a suggestion Mateo will be taking as soon as he can, but for now he's interested in the strange curl of foliage he's coming up on.
It's a vine - or it should be, he thinks, only most of it is completely dried out and only a tiny wisp of green runs through it. "Oh, poor thing," he says, setting down his bag and shifting onto his knees in the dirt. Rummaging in his bag, the water he draws out is (unsurprisingly) donated to the plant first and foremost. "This looks like something I saw in Torchline."
"Okay, Pa... I've got water in my bag for us if you want some?" It's a suggestion Mateo will be taking as soon as he can, but for now he's interested in the strange curl of foliage he's coming up on.
It's a vine - or it should be, he thinks, only most of it is completely dried out and only a tiny wisp of green runs through it. "Oh, poor thing," he says, setting down his bag and shifting onto his knees in the dirt. Rummaging in his bag, the water he draws out is (unsurprisingly) donated to the plant first and foremost. "This looks like something I saw in Torchline."
