the earth has music for those who listen
"Yeah, you'd better stay back too!" Mateo calls after the treeflit, needing to spend a few moments catching his breath and untangling the vines from around himself to collect them up in his basket. Once he's sure they're not going to go creeping away (and that all of his mushrooms are exactly where they are supposed to be), he glances up to hear the sound of Lena's voice.
That's his cue, he supposes. And so it's with a bright and dimpled smile that he scampers back towards the sound, careful not to spill anything in his basket as he rejoins Lena and Tal (and Boreal, of course). "Here you go! I got some mushrooms and sentient vines. Oh, and you can have the peppermint bark I collected earlier, too."
That's his cue, he supposes. And so it's with a bright and dimpled smile that he scampers back towards the sound, careful not to spill anything in his basket as he rejoins Lena and Tal (and Boreal, of course). "Here you go! I got some mushrooms and sentient vines. Oh, and you can have the peppermint bark I collected earlier, too."
