MATEO
Remi does have a point there, Mateo folding his hands in his lap (to fidget, naturally), the boy nodding even though he hates the idea that his father is correct. Disliking something doesn't make it any less true, after all. Is he the god of nature, though? Mateo shakes his head hard enough that his curls tumble about his face. "Of course I am not," he mutters. "I have never even met Frey. Everest and I were talking about going to see them, one day."
He raises his eyes back to Remi's face, tilting his head. "Do you want me to get rid of all of my plants?" he asks, because he has to. "Or the dangerous ones, anyway? As long as I can plant them back where they belong, I will do it." And go back and dig them up again when he's old enough, of course.
He raises his eyes back to Remi's face, tilting his head. "Do you want me to get rid of all of my plants?" he asks, because he has to. "Or the dangerous ones, anyway? As long as I can plant them back where they belong, I will do it." And go back and dig them up again when he's old enough, of course.
the earth has music for those who listen
