the earth has music for those who listen
Busy casting a small wave after the walking palm, Mateo is (naturally) more than happy to have his new aquaintance agree with anything he has to say. Indeed, after ensuring that his notebook and all of his other bits and pieces are in order within his Bag of Holding, he shifts it on his shoulder and turns to smile back at Tal. "Petunia is a good name," he decides. "Especially for a plant that isn't a petunia."
Digging in his pockets for some more jerky for Boreal, Mateo tosses the snack up for the dragon to enjoy before promptly beginning to meander away and back into the dense foliage. "Thanks for letting me walk with you for a while, and for letting me sketch your Petunia!" he calls. "If you're ever in Stormbreak, maybe we'll see each other again?"
Digging in his pockets for some more jerky for Boreal, Mateo tosses the snack up for the dragon to enjoy before promptly beginning to meander away and back into the dense foliage. "Thanks for letting me walk with you for a while, and for letting me sketch your Petunia!" he calls. "If you're ever in Stormbreak, maybe we'll see each other again?"
