the earth has music for those who listen
Mateo's ahhh! is a mixture of surprise and delight, and it isn't clear whether or not he's found Ophelia or the monkey has found him. Either way, by the time Falke catches up to his companion it will be to see Mateo on his hands and knees, the basket he's been carrying (filled with carefully uprooted flowers and herbs, as well as a few bulbs and seeds) abandoned at his side.
"Well aren't you the best thing?" He beams at Ophelia, an expression that deepens the dimples on his cheeks. There's moss in his dark curls and dirt on the knees of his pants, which only matches up to the contents of his basket. He's been out looking for new specimens, though this is clearly much better than any plant.
"Well aren't you the best thing?" He beams at Ophelia, an expression that deepens the dimples on his cheeks. There's moss in his dark curls and dirt on the knees of his pants, which only matches up to the contents of his basket. He's been out looking for new specimens, though this is clearly much better than any plant.
