the earth has music for those who listen
"Oh WOW!" The voice that rings out through the jungle sounds like it can't decide whether to take on a child's cadence or something deeper - such is the way of hormones and adolescents. The owner of the voice, though, while a bit gangly of limb and reckless of mind, has all the makings of a Taliesin in his dark curls, blue eyes and dimples.
And thus as Mateo scrambles out of the undergrowth to approach the leashed and unhappy plant, he's filled with the curiosity of any young botanist. "What is it? It looks like it's trying to walk about on its roots?" Smiling brightly at Boreal and barely giving Tal a glance, Mateo is already trying to inspect the bark and the foliage on the walking palm.
And thus as Mateo scrambles out of the undergrowth to approach the leashed and unhappy plant, he's filled with the curiosity of any young botanist. "What is it? It looks like it's trying to walk about on its roots?" Smiling brightly at Boreal and barely giving Tal a glance, Mateo is already trying to inspect the bark and the foliage on the walking palm.
