"No, no - I don't want to be an Attuned. I like myself as I am, I just... don't really want to have to call the gods. Does that make me bad?" Rubbing his eyes, Mateo has never really felt this unsure about what he wants to say or how to express himself, and while he wants to reach out for more berries, he stops himself. Even eating in front of someone feels embarrassing right now.
Folding his napkin of seeds and stuffing it back into the basket, he wipes suddenly sweaty hands on his pants and clears his throat. "I think maybe I should head back home," he mumbles. "I feel really weird."
Folding his napkin of seeds and stuffing it back into the basket, he wipes suddenly sweaty hands on his pants and clears his throat. "I think maybe I should head back home," he mumbles. "I feel really weird."
