"Okay, that sounds like a good idea. I think Stormbreak is a bit busy right now anyway, since..." His brow furrows and he shakes his head, like that idea is a bit too big for him to wrap his head around right now. "Since there is no more Cian," he concludes eventually, pulling the t-shirt from where it's wrapped around his head to wipe off his face and hands.
He hopes that a plant might land on his father, just in case, but he's not holding his breath. Instead, Mateo shuffles away across the sand in search of any other new or interesting species - there's plenty of soil and pots in his bag still, so if he needs to rescue anything else, he can. "Hmm?" He gazes over his shoulder where he's stopped to admire a tiny cactus - a dream cactus, unbeknownst to the boy.
"Oh, no," he says with a snort. "I want to be a botanist, not a soldier. Er, unless..." Straightening up, he seems a bit uncomfortable. "Were you hoping that I would come and fight as well?"
He hopes that a plant might land on his father, just in case, but he's not holding his breath. Instead, Mateo shuffles away across the sand in search of any other new or interesting species - there's plenty of soil and pots in his bag still, so if he needs to rescue anything else, he can. "Hmm?" He gazes over his shoulder where he's stopped to admire a tiny cactus - a dream cactus, unbeknownst to the boy.
"Oh, no," he says with a snort. "I want to be a botanist, not a soldier. Er, unless..." Straightening up, he seems a bit uncomfortable. "Were you hoping that I would come and fight as well?"
