My spores been growing by the day; my days been shining bright
Nodding his understanding because he doesn't trust himself to speak again just yet, Mateo closes his eyes against the warm shield of darkness from his father's arms and his wings, the boy unsure of the last time he'd allowed himself to feel like this, to be like this. The past few seasons have been a blur of voices breaking, of hair growing in places it didn't used to, of feeling new things and sneaking out to the Silk Houses. It's a surprising relief, to drop all of that for a bit.
"Maybe when it is over we can live in just one place," Mateo says eventually, his voice muffled from where he's pressed against Remi (and also because of the feathery cocoon he's wrapped in). "Or... well. I suppose there will be more time, because there will be no war to prepare for," he adds. "Either way, I think I will leave the Collegium after it."
"Maybe when it is over we can live in just one place," Mateo says eventually, his voice muffled from where he's pressed against Remi (and also because of the feathery cocoon he's wrapped in). "Or... well. I suppose there will be more time, because there will be no war to prepare for," he adds. "Either way, I think I will leave the Collegium after it."
mateo!
