the earth has music for those who listen
Evidently, so far Mateo has only gotten as far as yes and no and everything is terrible which, if their previous ventures into the Greatwood are anything to go by, should work very well indeed. Though he's about to find a similar sort of issue in the hey! a thing! signal, having spotted some interesting looking moss growing on the side of one of the trees when Ever snaps his teeth.
"Hm? What is it, boy?" Mateo trills to his friend, unable to help himself as he beams over his shoulder. "I bet you can smell the entire world in that shift." Sighing, as if wishing for a moment that he could try it for himself, he slows his steps in case Ever's nose wants to take them elsewhere. "Have you ever had ear scritches? I hear they are great."
"Hm? What is it, boy?" Mateo trills to his friend, unable to help himself as he beams over his shoulder. "I bet you can smell the entire world in that shift." Sighing, as if wishing for a moment that he could try it for himself, he slows his steps in case Ever's nose wants to take them elsewhere. "Have you ever had ear scritches? I hear they are great."
