Mateo
Should'a seen what I wore
I had a cane and a party hat
I had a cane and a party hat
"I believe a great many of us spend a lot of time being fine," Mateo says with gentle reassurance, as if to tell her it's okay not to be okay, and he focuses instead (as best as his easily distracted mind can) on getting them up to the Falling. It doesn't take too much longer, luckily, and Mateo points out a little schooner at the edge of the cliffsides in what can arguably called a quieter part of the docks. (As it should be, since the ship rarely moves).
Most noticeably, even in the dark, is the curtain of foliage that seems to pour across half of the hull, having been carefully cultivated over time. It's a species of lavender, and though Mateo has tried to introduce new flora to his lilac waterfall, this one is stubborn - and apparently very happy without the company of any other plants.
"Here - please come in," he says, producing a set of keys from honestly who-knows-where, carefully stepping on deck and offering a hand to her before heading for the steps down into the cabin.
Most noticeably, even in the dark, is the curtain of foliage that seems to pour across half of the hull, having been carefully cultivated over time. It's a species of lavender, and though Mateo has tried to introduce new flora to his lilac waterfall, this one is stubborn - and apparently very happy without the company of any other plants.
"Here - please come in," he says, producing a set of keys from honestly who-knows-where, carefully stepping on deck and offering a hand to her before heading for the steps down into the cabin.
I was the king of this hologram
where there's no such thing as getting out of hand
where there's no such thing as getting out of hand
