MATEO
"I suppose that's on her," Mateo mutters with a furrowed brow, though he still thinks it's an absurd idea if you ask him (and nobody is, surprise surprise). Sighing out a breath through his nose as the second ring of the pickaxe reveals nothing of interest, the boy doesn't realise it, but the expression of frustration on his face is identical to the Lullaby's. "Do we just keep trying until the cave comes down on top of us?" he wonders snippily, though it's entirely directed at the wall this time, at least.
Pointing out a third area for them to try, Mateo shifts his bag on his shoulder and scowls at the ground. "Neither have I," he says. "He and his family moved to Halo after the Ascended attacked Stormbreak. We write letters. It's not the same."
Pointing out a third area for them to try, Mateo shifts his bag on his shoulder and scowls at the ground. "Neither have I," he says. "He and his family moved to Halo after the Ascended attacked Stormbreak. We write letters. It's not the same."
the earth has music for those who listen
