Mateo
"Yes, I suppose that is right." Mateo agrees with a crooked sort of smile. "Apart from my friend, Everest," he concedes after a moment, however. "He is a sort of... specialist houseplant, I suppose. He has a lot of variables to consider in order for him to thrive in his environment. I am not sure he would adapt to any old place." Not like Mateo, who is trailing after Sunjata happily enough, hopping over the snaking movements of what he hopes is just a sentient vine and not an actual snake.
Nodding his gratitude and joining the trail towards the Mistbanks as well, the boy shrugs his shoulder a bit, simultaneously readjusting the bag of holding he's carrying. "When you have fathers like mine," he says with a smirk, as if that ought to be obvious. "Are you saying that Frey has never been mad at you at all, then? Never not been there for you?" Because that's how it sounds for a lot of people he's spoken to, honestly.
Nodding his gratitude and joining the trail towards the Mistbanks as well, the boy shrugs his shoulder a bit, simultaneously readjusting the bag of holding he's carrying. "When you have fathers like mine," he says with a smirk, as if that ought to be obvious. "Are you saying that Frey has never been mad at you at all, then? Never not been there for you?" Because that's how it sounds for a lot of people he's spoken to, honestly.
i've told you time and time again
i'm not as think as you drunk i am
i'm not as think as you drunk i am
