Mateo
"They do," Mateo trills, his voice perhaps a little distant at first where he's ducking in through the undergrowth. "I met a man with one once. I believe he called it Petunia." Not knowing, of course, about Tal's relationship with his sister, he has no sense that Flora would recognise this very same man.
"I do not think they existed before he released it here, though," the botanist continues, inching forward and being careful not to disturb any vines (sentient or otherwise) or other foliage as he creeps towards where he swears he saw movement. "This will only take a second to check out." Is what he always says. It never does.
Mateo explores the undergrowth with everything on his profile! (For the purposes of the KQ, his Bag of Holding can be assumed to contain the following:
Several lengths of rope
A variety of empty glass jars with lids
A summer dress
A pouch of Dreamdust
A few doses of Snapdragon
Candles and matchsticks
A bottle of red wine)
"I do not think they existed before he released it here, though," the botanist continues, inching forward and being careful not to disturb any vines (sentient or otherwise) or other foliage as he creeps towards where he swears he saw movement. "This will only take a second to check out." Is what he always says. It never does.
Mateo explores the undergrowth with everything on his profile! (For the purposes of the KQ, his Bag of Holding can be assumed to contain the following:
Several lengths of rope
A variety of empty glass jars with lids
A summer dress
A pouch of Dreamdust
A few doses of Snapdragon
Candles and matchsticks
A bottle of red wine)
I'm a scholar and a gentleman
And I don't usually fall when I try to stand
And I don't usually fall when I try to stand
