Mateo
"I wonder how many Abandoned will come," Mateo is saying to Everest as they head towards the festivities. Dressed in a large yellow raincoat with a bucket hood and matching wellies, clearly the botanist is not expecting the fair weather to hold out, not by the look of the clouds overhead. Nevertheless he makes a cheerful, tousled sort of visitor as they enter the celebrations.
"Do you know any?" They've never really had that conversation, he doesn't think. Growing up in Stormbreak on the brink of war does a lot to colour one's judgement, and while Mateo can't really confess to ever hating the Ascended the way some did (his middle name would never forgive him), he doesn't think he's ever dabbled to closely with those who have magic.
Smiling and waving to Sohalia, he makes a beeline for one of the tables laden with food and drink, fully intending to indulge.
"Do you know any?" They've never really had that conversation, he doesn't think. Growing up in Stormbreak on the brink of war does a lot to colour one's judgement, and while Mateo can't really confess to ever hating the Ascended the way some did (his middle name would never forgive him), he doesn't think he's ever dabbled to closely with those who have magic.
Smiling and waving to Sohalia, he makes a beeline for one of the tables laden with food and drink, fully intending to indulge.
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
