the earth has music for those who listen
"I wouldn't feel good about you having to sleep on the floor, even as a dog. Maybe we could get you a nice bed, if it came to that." A dog bed, he means. Smiling as he watches his friend with the plant, Mateo shrugs his backpack over his shoulders again and lingers by the door, waiting for Ever to lead the way. "My dads said that Frey might be best to ask about skyboats, so I guess we could ask them about an autopilot for ours as well?" he says, albeit reluctantly.
With their plans set for both present and future, the boys set off into the chill, with sandwiches and (hopefully) sans dragons. "I quite like the jungle, we could do that. As long as we go back to Stormbreak every Deepfrost to visit our memory snow brothers. Then we can leave again," he adds.
And then, with a gentle smile across to his friend, Mateo considers (and then decides against) clapping Ever on the shoulder. "I missed you," he mumbles. "I'm glad I could come and visit."
With their plans set for both present and future, the boys set off into the chill, with sandwiches and (hopefully) sans dragons. "I quite like the jungle, we could do that. As long as we go back to Stormbreak every Deepfrost to visit our memory snow brothers. Then we can leave again," he adds.
And then, with a gentle smile across to his friend, Mateo considers (and then decides against) clapping Ever on the shoulder. "I missed you," he mumbles. "I'm glad I could come and visit."
