Mateo
Oh my gods, Mateo thinks, wise as he is stupid, that bird understands me. And there's your answer, Everest. Even so, promptly distracted from thoughts of potentially impending death, the botanist squirms in his root prison, a tongue poking from between his dry lips so he can try to properly face his new eagle friend. A friend who seems to be wanting to come and land near him!
"You are a little bit big for this," he says, "but I believe in us that we will be able to make it work." His solution, naturally, is to worm out an arm from the roots to act as a perch for the gigantic bird, offering his soft, buttery flesh up to the eagle's razor sharp talons. Mateo Taliesin, helper extraordinaire.
"You are a little bit big for this," he says, "but I believe in us that we will be able to make it work." His solution, naturally, is to worm out an arm from the roots to act as a perch for the gigantic bird, offering his soft, buttery flesh up to the eagle's razor sharp talons. Mateo Taliesin, helper extraordinaire.
I wanna wake up
Can't even tell if this is a dream
Can't even tell if this is a dream
