Mateo
Should'a seen what I wore
I had a cane and a party hat
I had a cane and a party hat
"Who, Sugar? Maybe she would know, but she is in the Cordillera," Mateo points out, gently swinging in a hammock he's set up on the deck of his little schooner. He's got his feet up and the seed catalogue open in his lap, the botanist absently turning the pages to check what is unfinished and if there are any leads they might find. "So if you'd like to go to the Cordillera to ask..." Flashing his friend a grin, he closes the catalogue and carefully sits up.
"I'm not sure if there will be a generic repellant, but I could be wrong. I thought that certain dragons might dislike certain scents or flora depending on their element. Like a fire dragon disliking a plant that squirts water, you know?" He snorts; he doubts such a thing exists, but now he's said it, it almost certainly does.
"I'm not sure if there will be a generic repellant, but I could be wrong. I thought that certain dragons might dislike certain scents or flora depending on their element. Like a fire dragon disliking a plant that squirts water, you know?" He snorts; he doubts such a thing exists, but now he's said it, it almost certainly does.
I was the king of this hologram
where there's no such thing as getting out of hand
where there's no such thing as getting out of hand
