My spores been growing by the day; my days been shining bright
This is weird, which means it's (of course) right up Mateo's street. He's followed the sweet scent through the jungle, wearing shorts and a loose t-shirt to stop his shoulders getting sunburnt (again) and there's a brightness to his blue eyes that suggests he wants to find a bigger adventure than the one that appears to him. Still, hiccupping in a breath, he somehow manages to not freak out at the sight of Frey - because that is Frey, right?
And they're having... a picnic. Oh. Okay. Plopping down at one of the tables and reaching out to inspect the flowers to see what kind they are, he merely listens in to try and figure out what the others are up to. It's a weird picnic with no food.
And they're having... a picnic. Oh. Okay. Plopping down at one of the tables and reaching out to inspect the flowers to see what kind they are, he merely listens in to try and figure out what the others are up to. It's a weird picnic with no food.
mateo!
