"Non mi interessa chi è più forte! Non mi interessano le reliquie oi dinosauri. Voglio solo sentirmi normale per una volta!" Remi isn't necessarily talking to his son, but Mateo can't help the response that comes singing from his lips regardless. If he were Attuned there would be feathers in his hair or he'd have sprouted fur to stand on end by now. Unfortunately, the only thing he's able to conjure are words.
"Fine," he agrees moodily, though it sounds anything but. The begrudging agreement isn't the same as wanting to go, and so the boy grabs up his rake again and continues to clear up the leaves in silence. In reality he wants to kick them all about and storm away to go and bounce on giant mushrooms, but it isn't the Mathair's fault he's here.
"Fine," he agrees moodily, though it sounds anything but. The begrudging agreement isn't the same as wanting to go, and so the boy grabs up his rake again and continues to clear up the leaves in silence. In reality he wants to kick them all about and storm away to go and bounce on giant mushrooms, but it isn't the Mathair's fault he's here.
