the earth has music for those who listen
"From a shopkeeper?" He tilts his head at that, straightening up enough to shrug his bag back over his shoulder. "What did you steal?" That was normally why people ran from shopkeepers in Mateo's experience, unless Paige had done something else to annoy one. And if that is the case, she's quite free to correct him. Mention of Torchline has him smiling brightly, recalling the previous season and the golden sands, the crashing waves. "I went there in LongHeat, on vacation," he says. "You are very lucky to live there."
Even if she didn't go to school, which is a shame. Mateo quite enjoys his time at school. "Thank you. Paige sounds like you ought to be very good at reading," he offers back, leading them out onto the winding pathways of the Celestine. It's a bright and breezy day, and they're unlikely to run into the shopkeeper again with how crowded it is on the paths.
Last season's party does draw his attention, Mateo tilting his head and smiling enough that his dimples show. "You were there too? It was fun, wasn't it? But sad that we had to leave so early."
Even if she didn't go to school, which is a shame. Mateo quite enjoys his time at school. "Thank you. Paige sounds like you ought to be very good at reading," he offers back, leading them out onto the winding pathways of the Celestine. It's a bright and breezy day, and they're unlikely to run into the shopkeeper again with how crowded it is on the paths.
Last season's party does draw his attention, Mateo tilting his head and smiling enough that his dimples show. "You were there too? It was fun, wasn't it? But sad that we had to leave so early."
