the earth has music for those who listen
"You're right," Mateo says with a flash of a grin. "It does mean anything can be a special occasion. And until we rigidly define it, I say that this is a really special occasion." So saying, he's already going to grab up his backpack so he can take out the snacks he's brought; pastries and candies and chocolates and crackers and all sorts of other things guaranteed to keep them up all night.
He's smiling so hard that his dimples might become permanent features on his face when Ever shows him the calendar, and he hugs his friend all over again. "I have a skyship, if you want to practice," he offers. "And I think my parents are going to see if there can be a skyport here, so I can visit whenever."
Setting down his bag again and letting Ever go, he peers over the designs with visible interest. "How is Halo?" he asks slowly.
He's smiling so hard that his dimples might become permanent features on his face when Ever shows him the calendar, and he hugs his friend all over again. "I have a skyship, if you want to practice," he offers. "And I think my parents are going to see if there can be a skyport here, so I can visit whenever."
Setting down his bag again and letting Ever go, he peers over the designs with visible interest. "How is Halo?" he asks slowly.
