Mateo
Not realising he's been waiting for his father's approval until he gets it, Mateo lets out his breath in a whoosh and turns to smile broadly up at Remi, all dimples and helplessly tousled curls. "Thank you, Dad. That means a lot," he murmurs, the words sounding a little strained with the force of his smile, and he steps forward to the little schooner and crosses the boarding plank to reach her deck.
"Come in," he urges, beckoning for the Lullaby to follow as he descends into the cabin in the hull. Unlocking the door, Mateo finally has the opportunity to light a few lanterns, revealing a space most adequately described as cozy and cluttered - and almost reminiscent, in retrospect, of a certain Wishing Wagon in the Greatwood.
You know, except it's also wall to wall plants.
"I still haven't given her a name," he confesses. "I was wondering if I should call her after nonna, or perhaps Aoife..."
"Come in," he urges, beckoning for the Lullaby to follow as he descends into the cabin in the hull. Unlocking the door, Mateo finally has the opportunity to light a few lanterns, revealing a space most adequately described as cozy and cluttered - and almost reminiscent, in retrospect, of a certain Wishing Wagon in the Greatwood.
You know, except it's also wall to wall plants.
"I still haven't given her a name," he confesses. "I was wondering if I should call her after nonna, or perhaps Aoife..."
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
